Here we go,
Round and round,
The room spins,
The head splits,
The blood runs down my fingers,
This is not me,
This is the old me,
So why am I her again?
I look in the mirror,
In my hand,
Is an old friend,
I hear the words,
I want to scream,
But my lungs are shot,
There’s no air,
It’s gotten colder,
Where am I?
Where have I gone?
Find Me.
