fear in me so deep, it gets the best of me.

In the fear I fall, here it comes face to face with me,
Here I stand hold back so no one can see,
I feel these wounds, step down, step down,
step down.

Well, things could be worse...

but not by much.

I don't know what to do. My sister doesn't know how to even help me. She knows she can't and it bothers her. At least she tried.

This is the part where I would normally bitch and moan about my life. I'm not going to. As I've said before, no one cares.

Do I even care much anymore?