Everything grayscale,
As you reach for the pale ale;
To numb the sadness,
To escape the madness;
That's seething inside,
Aways gone pride;
All you're left with is guilt,
A stomach full of silt.

But no you're okay,
Well, that's what you say;
When the people that care,
Pull up a chair;
And try to 'invade',
Your moral decay;
You get so defensive,
When they're jumping your fences.

Running for yards,
Livings so hard;
You've been dealt ****** cards,
And your heart feels like lard;
Why should I stay?
The thought my mind plays;
Staring into darkness,
The thoughts at their harshest.

It's so hard to rise,
My minds crumbling demise;
A hand reaches out,
And capsises my pout;
Sends warmth through my body,
Like a hearth in a study;
And in a moment of healing,
I finally start feeling.