I know I am not okay,
Im aware I pretend everyday,
Im guilty because I lie,
Im sorry if I once thought I should die.
The everyday life is a struggle,
It feels like a maze I can't untangle,
A music with a nonsense lyrics,
A drug that only bring toxics.
They say time heal the wounds,
For me it was the other way around,
The pain worsen to the point that it's too much,
And it's so hard not to crouch.
At night, foul thoughts are encouraging me,
At day I wear a mask to show I am still me,
At night I fight back and beg to let me free,
But there is a persona saying "No, I disagree"
Why is it so heavy?
Why do I feel so gloomy?
I stretch out my hand for help,
Yet no one noticed my yelp.
But I still continue,
Exhausting myself so I won't feel blue.
Expecting tomorrow won't be the same,
Waiting for this feeling to be tamed.
