slowly slipping up, taking my last breath.
I always dream in black and white, my brain refuses to rest.
Ticking like a time bomb, my fuse is running low. No one knows what time is left until I will let go.
faking smiles and counting days, wishing for the best. Life is cruel with torture, an evil crown upon my head. sometimes I feel so overwhelmed, I'd be better of dead.
Depression overtakes me, growing stonger every day.
constant lies and excuses. "oh yes, im feeling okay".
Wishing for a remedy, hoping for a cure.
waiting at a bus stop behind a concrete door.
Smothering in silence, screaming in my head. its hard to make any choices with the voices in my head.
