Sometimes we are afraid to know the truth because we want to believe the lies in our head.
I already foresee what scares me the most.
I can clearly see the red lights
But I step down on the gas anyway.
Why do I always see her on a pedestal?
Because maybe she's a work of art
The most beautiful in the gallery
Made by God
A heaven's masterpiece
So mesmerizing that everyone's lining up to see her
I am not obvious like that
I think instead of act
an inner dialogue
I set traps for myself
She can love someone back the way you love her.
Falling down into the dark abyss
Reaching my hands out
Cannot get out
Freedom is nearly impossible
When your thoughts are pulling you down
I need your help come see me now
I just need someone to talk this out.
Just wrote this to everyone who's suffering from depression, when you're depressed you don't control your thoughts. Your thoughts control you. Don't be afraid to seek help, talk with a friend.