Was It Worth It?

Clinging to self depreciation and dissociation

I’ve dug holes so deep relying on self medication

Even with separation from the world, i’m losing to this sickness

My coping mechanisms became destructive

And counter productive, every day i’m exhausted

A ghost of who I used to be, when I look back nostalgia always seems to kill me

Is that it? Repression only goes so far until the layers of your skin peel

And the wounds left untreated, never learn to heal

Hindsight is a pathetic thing, who cares if you understand, when it's already too late

I don’t care where i’ve been, if where I am is why i’m sinking

Is why i’m sinking

Will I ever enjoy my moments here anymore, or will time always escape me?

Sometimes I think i’ve felt everything, everything i’ll ever feel

Nothing will be new, just lesser versions of what i’ve already felt

Just a ghost of who I used to be

Hindsight is a pathetic thing, who cares if you understand, when it's already too late

I don’t care where i’ve been, if where I am is why i’m sinking

Clinging to self depreciation and dissociation

I’ve dug holes so deep relying on self medication

Repression only went so far until my skin peeled

These wounds left untreated, never learned to heal