What day is it&;#063;

I feel so tired and broken
Like a vinyl that fell behind the bed
Gathering dust until it's remembered

Events pierce through me
Instead of moulding me
Weakening me further against time

Becoming breathless as I inhale more chemicals
The doctor says I'll be fine
The doctor thinks I've always been that way

Blackouts were my choice
I was torn between who I was and who I wanted to be
Now I am just torn apart by the mistakes I made

Past, present and future,
They will all be history
And I will be part of it.