Drip, drip—blood stains the sink,
Staring at my shadow, watching it shrink.
Hands shaking, bones feel thin,
A ghost in my own skin, where do I begin?

The walls whisper secrets I already know,
Buried too deep for the light to show.
Every breath feels like a mistake,
Like drowning slow in an empty lake.

I am the echo of a voice never heard,
A body left hanging between life and the dirt.
No gods, no graves, no hand to hold,
Just hollow veins and a heart grown cold.

Mirrors crack when I meet my own eyes,
Truth is a wound that nobody survives.
Crawling through days that all look the same,
Calling for help but forgetting my name.

The walls whisper secrets I already know,
Buried too deep for the light to show.
Every breath feels like a mistake,
Like drowning slow in an empty lake.

I am the echo of a voice never heard,
A body left hanging between life and the dirt.
No gods, no graves, no hand to hold,
Just hollow veins and a heart grown cold.

Close my eyes, let the darkness creep,
Let the sky fold in, let the silence speak.
Nothing to lose, nothing to save,
Just another name carved into the grave.

Drip, drip—blood stains the sink,
Staring at the shadow, watching it shrink.
No more whispers, no more weight,
Just a door left open to a long-faded fate.