"Ashes in My Veins"

I’ve been a ghost in my own skin, Fading slow, wearing thin. Locked in a world nobody sees, Screaming in silence, down on my knees. Are you out there? Are you real? Or just another wound that won’t heal? I reach through this broken glass, Bleeding hands, watching time pass. I'm fucking drowning in this pit, Choking on every word I spit. Clawed through hell just to stand, Only to sink back in the sand. I don't even know where it broke — Where hope twisted into smoke. Picked up the pen, bled out the page, But the ink just screamed my rage. Fuck trading shoes — wear my scars, Carry my nights, count my stars. You'd buckle under what I've faced, Fall to pieces, lost in waste. I could sit back and rot in this shell, Or drag myself clawing outta hell. No gods, no saviors, no helping hand, Just broken bones and miles of sand.