May 2016
Holding back my tears
seeing my world go by,
Crying on the edge
no more sweet lullabies
Sounds of trains passing in my head
could this be Freedom?
Or schizophrenia instead...
Laying in my bed wishing I was dead
contemplating between Trigger and pills
How did I get so numb?
Who have I become?
Is this real?
seeing my world go by,
Crying on the edge
no more sweet lullabies
Sounds of trains passing in my head
could this be Freedom?
Or schizophrenia instead...
Laying in my bed wishing I was dead
contemplating between Trigger and pills
How did I get so numb?
Who have I become?
Is this real?
This is a poem I wrote, this is not finished yet,
But it's about the daily struggles I face depression. Hope you guys like
But it's about the daily struggles I face depression. Hope you guys like
