Why try?, when you already feel dead?
How can you give, with nothing left?
How can you live, without leaving your room?
All these feelings, feel like doom
You try your best, but the stress,
Always puts you, to the test,
Will today be the day,
That you listen to, the horific words they say?
Never certain about anything,
Pull the curtin over, to block the light,
Fighting with all your might,
Exhausted but you havn't sat up in days,
listening for the birds and how they play,
Hopeful to get up, before the day ends,
Losing touch with who you are,
Not having friends, it's a bit bizzare,
This feeling is like crashing a car,
Confused at first, then you feel the pain,
Hoping to not, go insane,
What is sane? Being able to sleep?
Or not get lost, in the deep,
Thrown straight in, not knowing how to swim,
Expected not to drown, is that a sin?
It's going around, like a plauge,
Who's next to take their life?
Before they can settle down, it's not un-common in this town,
Jus wait for the depression to come around,
That sad you feel, they want you to die,
kill everything inside, all you have left,
Is the gift, of airing your mind,
Even tho your thoughts, are not kind,
It is just your way to unwind.
