The feeling.
Deep inside.
Everything is out of place, everything lost its order.
No one seems to notice, which only makes me wonder.
Can't people really see, can't they notice what is right in front of me?
Obstacles, they whisper, but the way it pains, it kills.
Yesterday I let go of something that hurt for so long,
trying to find the meaning of life, trying to find a place to call "home",
people ask why I am not happy, as if I knew the answer myself.
I got lost along the way, I am just a simple man.
The sky cries with me, covering me in rain,
hiding my face from the world, trying to close the pain.
If only that was so simple, if only I knew the cure,
to my suicidal mind, to the thing I'm the only one to know.
The feeling.
Deep inside.
