Theres a help wanted sign posted
Just like the one in my heart
It's hard to find just the right employee
Because it's hard to trust
Once you trust that's it
Their feelings are in their hands
And they can either make or break
But for some reason
That still sounds better than being void

My anxiety is through the roof,
Thumpthumpthump,
My heart charges on nonstop for hours,
How do I fix this?
Why does this happen?
"You need to change
Or you'll remain unhappy" she said.
It took awhile,
But those words finally came through.

It seems to be in vain
Because no matter how hard I try
And bare with the pain
I cannot die.

As you glide your hands across my naked body
you leave behind the mark of the beast.
We let lust get the best of us so easily

because with every stroke comes so much power
and moaning that continues to get a little bit louder.

So as your fingers continue to dance across my skin
My temperature rises in the name of

sin.

Theres darkness coming,
It's fast and swallowing everything whole.
It surrounded me,
But I'm still here.
Why?

After continuous thinking,
I realized.
It's swallowing memories and emotions,
Not the people.

Her smile, her laugh, her beautiful blue eyes.
The way she pouts when she's annoyed;
All being erased from my memory.
The warm feeling that she left,
Being erased and replaced by
A cold and haunting force.

This enemy,
This fiend,
This killer,
This darkness -
Is depression.

"What do I do?"
"Go."
"But what if I'm rejected"
"Time waits for no one..."