If I could be fire,
I would be the kind
That burns itself

If I could be water,
I would be the kind
That drowns itself

If I could be light,
I would be the kind
That blinds itself

Alas! I'm only human
But I'm the kind
That tries to find
Good in every step

Each
Day
I
Pray
To slay
My depression.
Never been a quitter,
But I’d like to quit this obsession.
This obsession with my sadness.
And with my social status.
It’s like I fetishize the madness
Endlessly raging
Inside of my soul.
And I swear I don’t have
A place to just go
And lay low
For a while.

A place where I don’t
Have
To
Fake
A
Smile.