Windows and Mirrors Grafhic

Verse 1
Daily I stumble across the tightrope of greatness
Begging myself not to fall
As I kiss my past wounds with pharmaceuticals
Hoping to something that I could just hold on
Hiding in the shadows of broken street lights
Covering my ears during every parental fight
Some say they've had it the worst
But they don't know the half of it
They don't know any struggle but their own
As I say to them try standing up on broken bones
Try walking a mile with no inspiration from home
Try to be anything but what your past has conjured up
As they say suck it up kid cause it's never been that rough
My eyes bleeding out as I wish it were true
But a mind never forgets what it was put through
In my sickness and health looking through shattered eyes
Seeing zig zags as the sky bends
Torn roughly at each end
Holding on to the rope before saying goodbye
Blistering hands weaken as my soul dies
My heart still pounding but for what if I have no reason
Letting go of the rope falling as everything slows down
Looking back to the sky watching myself drown
Was it really meant to be, static filling my ears
Shaking myself awake covered In tears
It's been this way nearly forever
But how long can I last the weather