Yes I'm slipping away. And I don't know what to do about it.
Or maybe I do & I just don't wanna. 

A part of me wishes that I could go back to who I used to be, cause back then it all meant something to me. Now nothing matters anymore. But the other part of me loves the thrill.

What's wrong with me. I'm dead and gone. My spirit's dead and gone. God doesn't even matter anymore. That's the state I'm in now. God used to matter so much. But now I feel like it's all getting old and tired and I just wanna quit.

Somehow though I find myself going back to church every Saturday. Somewhere inside I know that if I don't, there will be no anchor to hold me down. And that's when I'll truly be dead and gone. It's like I'm hanging by a thread. And I'm just swaying and swaying and I'm staring at the thread, unwinding slowly and before I know it there would be nothing left to grab onto.