I don't know why I'm always sad.  It just seems that depression makes me glad.  I love the pain and I love the sorrow but I fear of what happens tomorrow.  I seem so bright, but I just don't feel right.  I see the rhythm of life beat so slow, but I just can't keep up the though!  Falling deeper and deeper into despair, but the life I lived makes me not care.  I lived a short life, but I've felt this worlds strife.  I lived a short time and I'm no where near my prime.  But I feel so old as this world turns so cold.  We strayed away from sane, and now were a disease in our own membrane.  Were a disease, like a dog of  fleas.  I don't know where to turn, but all I know is that my soul will burn.  I turn to the sky but only to see angels die.  I scream to the lord, but only to be ignored....