Make me over

And I breathe again. There are different types of panic. mine is always pure. the purest. the weakest. the sickest. it has no meaning. it has no backbone. it generates itself. i have pitty on my own tired eyes. i have pitty for my own tired head. i want to put it to rest. can't take how much it hurts, so i take it to go. sweep it under the rug and save it for another day. a day like today. im tripping over my own faults while everyone else sits and smiles. its fake. my dreams dont feel like dreams. they feel like false hope. my days feel like dreams that never end. nightmares that can't scare me anymore. it always comes back in the worst from. like two devils sitting on my shoulders. one worse than the other, but both fatal. im only mortal. mortal man can do onto mortal man what i can do onto myself. ive wished you were here. now i wish i would have never met you. i wish i didnt have the chance to meet myself. dim the lights on this overactive soul. detach me.