I try to mend this fragile heart
As my confidence decreases
Everything is falling apart
As I try to pick up the pieces
Deceitful lies, blind my eyes
To all this pain that I've internalized
I've been in denial for miles
My psyche defiled, my emotions exiled
And when I put myself on trial,
I always give myself the death sentence
It makes my dark side smile,
Just imagining my breath endin'
There's got to be some way out, but I just can't seem to find it
And my past remains unchanged, no matter how I wish I could rewind it
These thoughts, they feel like splinters, in my melancholy mind
Seems like my moments of sorrow are greater than all the joyful ones combined
And my idea of "happiness" has never been well-defined

Depression, my old foe
We meet here once again
You and I both know
There's only one way this can end
Do not think I've forgotten
What you have done in the past
And now, your stench is rotten
Like poisonous tear gas
You're an awful, ugly creature
And yet, you're romanticized
But I see your true features
And I won't believe your lies
You have bested me before
Left me lying on the floor
And still, you wanted more
So you crushed my very core
I was broken, ****** and sore
But you will torment me no more
For I have a secret weapon,
And it's called artistic expression,
For all this pain that I have kept in
You're growing weaker, oh depression
And through this ink, I bleed
Release my insecurities
Along with all my pain and sorrow
That I may live to see tomorrow

I don't know why it's so difficult
For me to break free from this shell
I don't know why I think so much
And put myself through hell
I don't know why it's so hard for me
To show you how I feel
All these insecurities
Have become far too real
I'll get around to living
Just as soon as I learn how
'Till then, I'm slowly dying
 No one can save me now

Piercing screams that go unheard

Shattered dreams and empty words

All these things and so much more

Are what make life a tragic chore

They cry, and sob, and weep, and mourn

And pray for hope to be re-born

It's a struggle for survival, and justice, and peace

Or at the very least, for the pain to cease

"But it's their choice," as some may say,

"It's not our fault they live this way."

As society crumbles, cracks and decays

As they break their backs throughout the day

Will they ever be free?

Not one truly knows

But their wills extend as far as the wind blows

If you're tired and cold
With no hand to hold
If you sleep on cement
Tortured by your lament
If you've been beaten and stepped on
And yet, you still kept on
If you continue to pray
While your sky's turning grey
And you face these dark days
In an intoxicated haze
If you're filled with despair
Humiliated, stripped bare
Then join in with me,
And throw your fist in the air

This world is beautiful
This world is hideous
This world is kind
This world's insidious
Addicted to struggle,
It turns and turns
As mouths go hungry
And voices yearn
As life is born
And young minds learn
As bombs are dropped
And shelter spurned
As flowers bloom
And light returns
As bodies pile
And forests burn
As the ocean roars,
Twists, spits and churns...


This world is lovely
This world is rotten
All this beauty and pain
Cannot be forgotten