I'm crying a plea to myself.

Let's get obvious and practical here.
I thought I was fine again, almost, anyway.
Not to sound pessimistic or something but this is true,
I am only happy when tricking my mind into falsehoods.

I feel so empty right now.
I'm sure as hell not happy anymore. But I don't feel like
going where I've been before. In fact, I refuse to slip back
into that hole. I've been fucking climbing during this last month,
I have been climbing so well.

I'm not going back. You can't take me.