These depressing thoughts used to only come early in the morning
But now they pop up all the time
It's only 3:28 in the afternoon
And I really want to die.

I held you high up on a pedestal
You gave me inspiration
I never thought I'd watch you fall

I saw you with an angelic face..
Little did I know
I was blinded to your corrupted ways.

You did things I thought you'd never do.
They say no one is perfect.
And sure as hell not you.

It started as a puddle
lying in the road
So happy, I didn't notice it
When I was walking home.

It grew into a stream
Trickling down the street
Ruining my favorite shoes
As the water hit my feet

It grew into a pool
And destruction was created
I could still make it back home
But my smile had faded

It grew into a river
Its current caught my foot
I tried to swim against it
I tried as hard as I could

It grew into a lake
But I had begun not to care
No point in continuing to swim;
it wasn't getting me anywhere

It grew into an ocean
Full of chaos and madness
I never made it home
Because I had drowned in my own sadness.