Crashing crashing crashing. It doesn't stop.

They keep lying saying things will get better. You've won again, you're right, they don't get better.

Worse than i've done in a while.

But everything's slipping from my grip, nothing matters anymore and what does won't soon. But there's no way out.

You are all with me. She comforts me, makes me safer. But only her. The rest is torment. You don't leave me alone. Why can't I have my own thoughts? Why can't I just be me? .... But who is me? Who am I?