I'm a prisoner in my own mind It keeps telling me I'm shit, a waste of space, fucking up my life. I sit here feeling sorry for myself, knowing full well that as each day goes by, the less opportunities I have. It's a daily reminder that I'm running out of time. These are the thoughts that burden my mind, keep me up at night, make me realise that however hard I try I am not fine. I'm tired. Tired of pretending and living this lie, I'm not alright and I haven't been for while.