Cornered

The sleeves of my sweater are soaked through with tears
My head pounds
My mouth as dry and hot as the desert itself
This room smells like fucking Windex
All the while the line between reality and imagination is blurred
I want to scream but I don't know if I'll be heard
I don't even know if I want to be heard
I don't even know who I am anymore

The floor is smooth and clean
White tiles beneath my feet
A wide array of voices shouting in my ears
Conversation spreads like wildfire left unattended
I feel broken and abandoned
And I just want to sleep
God, do I just want to sleep

They are going to kill me
These people I once called friends
If the definition of friend was betrayal, I'd keep them 'til the end
How does one communicate
I seem to forget
At this point my eyes are far more tired than my head

So, should I stay or should I go
Fight the truth or just let go and see how things turn out
I think I'll fight it
I always do
My heart is pounding
I'm coming unglued

I will fight 'til I have nothing left
I will fight because these lies are the only things I have left

I will not let them win ever again