Holding back my tears
Seeing my world go by,
Trying not to cry on the edges of hell
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 pills and trigger
Who have I become?
I hold shame before myself in the mirror  
I admit I never actually faced my fear
I wonder if it is time to shed a tear...
Just one or two
Perhaps then the mind of me won't be so blue