Self-Titled

The downward spiral must be nearing the bottom,
At least that is what I’m hoping and assuming,
I’ve gone down so far already,
How much more suffering could be looming?
Wish there was something for you,
Wish there was something true,
The wind whistles by my ears as I go further and further,
I can tell I’m accelerating faster and faster even now,
I cannot imagine that I will survive the landing,
But I have no choice but to continue my way down.
I want to,
But I can’t turn back.
I want to,
But I can’t turn back.
I’m still not at the bottom, with all my bad intentions,
I feel like I’ve fallen down an endless well,
Please. Hear my frightened screaming.
Help me, I am in hell.