I’ll go through a none existent maze with the risk of dying; but when I was alive, a none existent maze that i build with my own boundaries. I was going through it alone, so I don’t get help from others. I’ll go through it at night, just so I don’t socialize. I’ll go with the darkness that holds me down, I’m going there with a death wish. I’ll go there so I die and never have to kill myself. I’m going there with hope that I get lost so I find myself again before it’s too late. I’m going there alone, yet looking for people; I’m talking to people that aren’t there for me, yet I think that they’ll help me; but they’re using me instead.