The Wonders Of Words

Try to help

I try to win this battle
Win this fight
It feels like I'm a type of cattle
That gets herded throughout the night

Nothing will leave me alone
Leave me be
I can tell from your tone
You need me

"I'm fine" I'd say
You couldn't see the scars
Tomorrows another day
And you wouldn't hear the roars

You gave me pills
The day you found out
Do you think these fill?
Fill up what these scars are about

Your wrong
Everyone is
I've been like this for so long
There's nothing you can do about this

You think therapy
I think kill me
You think drugs
I think just kill me and not make me a thug

I'm always sad
Depressed
You say its bad
Yet sometimes it relieves stress

"Why do you do this" they ask
Why am I not happy?
It just takes one simple task
So that you don't have to deal with me

Better get used to it
This is me
Even though my happiness is a little bit
I'm just happy to be me