Waste of Skin

I find myself stuck in hopeless cycles
A loop that always seems to repeat itself
And it's not like I don't try to just dig myself out
But when I do
The dirt just keeps caving in
It's been a few years stuck like this, Now I ponder and realize
That I am actually quite comfortable living like this
In my own world content with living like shit

Although at the back of my mind
I really do know that I shouldn't be thinking like this
But I seem to find comfort in this hollowness
And now being empty Fills this fucking void
Until the next pathetic attempt to get myself out
And thus the cycle repeats

Can I crawl my way out?
Or is this how it should stay?
I could end it all?
Or continue to face my rеality
I could end it all?
That sounds good to me

And sleep for etеrnity

I'm in love with
The feeling of nothingness
That It's now the only thing keeping here
But I still try to dig myself out
And the dirt just caves in
I feel trapped
And it's by my own design
It's all my own doing
I feel trapped
And it's by own design

With the lower that I sink
This void seems to begin to fill
And once that I've hit the bottom
Maybe then I will begin to feel like
I'm alive again
Like I'm alive again