My eyes used to hold rainy skies, where I could do nothing but burst out and cry.
I used to spend my days wanting to die, and now so much time has passed I can't even figure out why.
I guess there's a darkness that follows me around, maybe that's why I try to keep away from the crowds.
Will I ever know what it is to be loved?
It seems like every passerby has just had enough.
Enough of my seemingly silent ways.
But if they could just see that it's only because I'm never okay.
But maybe that's not the problem anymore.
I have no words to share and I've become such a bore.
So now I'm filled with lacklustre eyes.
So lost in this world, mostly wanting to hide.
But I know there's a part of me that wants to get out.
I don't wanna survive, I want to live. But I feel like there's no way out.