Better Demos

As I cradle what is left of tonight My hands start to shake A sharp pain pulses through my left arm My chest begins to ache This misfortune soothes me to sleep This cycle always repeats 'til I wake up stuck in between my bed sheets and gravity A looming reminder that I haven't changed When it comes to progress, I keep running way The looming reminder: I slept in for days When it comes to living, I keep running away Coping with existence is the only option I'll avoid these sober steps in the comfort of my friends The ones I can confide in, those who acknowledge I exist Epitome may pity me for as long as it chooses but I'm alive Still breathing