when it's not selfs fault

fallin apart as if the walls appear to be crumblin. With clean hands tied to the constant fumblin. Sittin back down within where no one can possibly help. The loneliness absorbs the how shits meant to be as it's felt. It itself will feel like dyin alive is the only thing that's real. Goin with the flow when the strength needs a bit more. The space in the open feins for a way to correct shattered core. Distant even from the image in a reflection reminded by a hurt face. The mind lingers on the line of rights n wrongs n the way normal would taste. Not givin a fuck of how it has to happen to bounce back. For others failed n r failin to partake in actions that last. Findin the the bottom as the me has n is doin shady it takes fallin short. Never enough is what reality has become n one don't know y. Worth n frustration feels as if it's died somewhere inside. Unravelin bits n pieces of the intertwined thoughts r maddenin. As everyone around ignores how much effort is given. There's a special place no longer vacant deep under the surface that battles the arrangement. On standby waitin the outcome hasta stop to find placement. Without necessities in general life that's been torn from the grip. A bomb is embedded in the character pin ballin on nerves bitin the lip. There is nothin that can mend such a helpless time. No one can save the respect of ones own losin the way in the mind. A tampered heart that carries weight splits the difference n scams the the will. Cousin a weak spot so tender the irritation single handedly kills the thrill. The tamed individual simply taps outta what they've been taught. As from the depression emerges someone that refuses to pause.