My mind is vacant, like the sky at night.
Only tiny stars that are not-at-all-bright.
They hope to pierce the sky, but instead they make it cry.
Rain pours down, soaking me and forcing me to drown.
I sink far and deep, hoping that if I drown it'll keep.
I'd rather die, than keep waking up and living this "happy" lie.

I'm sad to say I've lost my words.
I know, it's queer I'd lose something so close to my heart,
but, I've lost them.
Every harsh insult, every slap in the face, beats at me,
and sadly I have nothing to say.
So yes, I've lost my words.
I cannot find them.
I almost fear you've stolen them away,
locked them in a tight box, hidden in a lost, far off place.
I've lost my words,
and maybe if I can find the key,
I'll finally have something that will save me.

I miss days filled with sunshine,
and even nights filled with rain.

I miss days filled with joy,
and even nights filled with sadness.

I miss days filled with people,
and even nights filled with none.

I miss being happy.
even if it was temporary.