Every day of my life
Is the exact same
As the day before it
The same people
Doing the same things
Treating me the same way
All day I smile and talk to people
And tell them I'm doing fine
I can't tell them the truth
Because I'm no longer mine
I don't feel bad for Lying to them
Imagine if I told the truth
Because people think mental illness
Is nothing because they don't have proof
But how do you tell someone
That every second that your breathing
Your wishing that you weren't
Because life is a fire
And hope just gets you burnt
Eventually you'll stop crying
And and you'll heart will always hurt
Your body will shut down
While your eyes refuse to shut
Your brain will not stop thinking
About every little thing
While insomnia cradles you
And anxiety takes over
Soon enough your body will be exhausted
And everything is an effort
So you just sit there and think
About every single word you've said
Depression locked me in its cage and through away the key
Now I just sit here
And think about what I could have been.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
Every day of my life
Is the exact same
As the day before it
The same people
Doing the same things
Treating me the same way
All day I smile and talk to people
And tell them I'm doing fine
I can't tell them the truth
Because I'm no longer mine
I don't feel bad for Lying to them
Imagine if I told the truth
Because people think mental illness
Is nothing because they don't have proof
But how do you tell someone
That every second that your breathing
Your wishing that you weren't
Because life is a fire
And hope just gets you burnt
Eventually you'll stop crying
And and you'll heart will always hurt
Your body will shut down
While your eyes refuse to shut
Your brain will not stop thinking
About every little thing
While insomnia cradles you
And anxiety takes over
Soon enough your body will be exhausted
And everything is an effort
So you just sit there and think
About every single word you've said
Depression locked me in its cage and through away the key
Now I just sit here
And think about what I could have been.
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