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....