If I bite my tongue then maybe I won’t cry
Had to hollow my lungs and let out a bad lie
Became such a fool, a husk, hallucinating
— Brakence, Hypochondriac 

Reality is a fragile thing
It beats you to death while telling you it’s okay
It breaks down at the slightest bit of trauma
It falls apart when you get cheated on
Reality is a anxiety inducing thing
So much so I try to escape from it often
14 hours of gaming go by
4-4-4 breathing to become numb to it all
One shot of detergent away from the permanent release
Reality is a gut wrenching thing
It eats to the point of gluttony
While other days fasting until anorexia
And leaves you over the sink heaving
Reality is an insomniac
Forcing itself to get 1-2 hours of sleep per night
Before finally crashing and sleeping through every class period
To only sleep to exhaustion again the next night
Reality is a fragile thing
That tries to smash itself to bits at every corner