Lifetime of Sin

My hands are getting sweaty while my knees become weak, and this pain in my chest makes it impossible to think. My brain is spinning in circles that keep going around, as my body continues falling onto this unsteady ground. What's going on inside of my mind? I'm constantly forgetting what I'm so desperate to find. I'm trying so hard to hide from my sadness, but everywhere I go all I see is corruption and madness. why can't I get through this life and all of my scars? It must be that wish I made on that one lucky star. So now that it's all said and done, the words that I write consists of the ink from my pin, and these thoughts that I've turned into a lifetime of sin.