When you've been sick for so long.
That it feels more normal than anything.
A high functioning, hot mess.
As my mind runs in circles, on repeat.
Like a cursed pendulum.
Tomorrow's dissapointments are none of today's business.

Depression is living in a snow globe.
Trapped within the glass like a prisoner.
Staring at the world before you.
As you brace for the storm to hit.

Waiting for the light
to shine through.
The cracks of broken glass
I've become accustomed to living in.

I'm not really sure how to feel Anymore.
Like screaming help in a room full of deaf people. This is starting to feel hopeless.

When you thought lies
are better to be heard
than the truth,
when you close your eyes
but you could not still
find paradise.

When life are full of scars
and words do not
rhyme at all,
when you feel jaded,
when you feel cheated,
never let go.

True love finds
its way to hold on,
just hold still,
you are just broken
but not lost.

This love you watched
born in the fire of everything
that is destructive,
you knew the changes
but you welcomed the chaos.

When you tried to forget
all the memories,
but you failed,
when all the beauty
inside your world
turned into madness.

When you fear
for the moon
to disappear tonight,
when you feel jaded,
when you feel cheated,
never let go.

True love finds
its way to hold on,
just hold still,
you are just broken
but not lost.