They say life is what you make it,
But what if I haven't made it anything at all...
What is my life then?
What should I do?
A mind fraught with ADD and depression...
Does my life still exist,
when I am lost and weak, bent and broken?
Wrists tired of the pain...
What could I say if they asked me about my life?
Would I tell them I was crazy and always knew it?
Would I tell them that everything was alright?
and could I keep the lies hidden?
They say life is what you make it,
but mine has been unmade, lost in the shadows, buried forever...
Mine is sad and lonely, unproductive...
How can I make it?
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
They say life is what you make it,
But what if I haven't made it anything at all...
What is my life then?
What should I do?
A mind fraught with ADD and depression...
Does my life still exist,
when I am lost and weak, bent and broken?
Wrists tired of the pain...
What could I say if they asked me about my life?
Would I tell them I was crazy and always knew it?
Would I tell them that everything was alright?
and could I keep the lies hidden?
They say life is what you make it,
but mine has been unmade, lost in the shadows, buried forever...
Mine is sad and lonely, unproductive...
How can I make it?
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