Begin Descension

I had a feeling (that was only once) that my life had meaning. But that doesn't mean too much. 
I was going places then I never left. 
Reciting phrases that I never meant. 

I found myself then I threw it away. 
Living in hell is a lot like today. 
I changed my mind (but I can't spare change) and what I was trying to find, but it still found me. 
I need room to breathe. 
Can you give that to me? 

Begin descension. 
Begin the end.