There’s something that’s not right about me I try to not allow it to be seen I’ve got it tucked away someplace deep No, it isn’t conjured up or some kind of fantasy It’s a mystery My reality
Depression is no joke Hanging from a dangling rope Seems like I might as well Living in a living hell Beyond compare The cave I dwell My own nightmare Trapped inside Passion deprived And I don’t care I don’t care
Fed up with myself Wish I was someone else Disgusted, without a doubt Yes, that’s what I’m about
Got no love to call my own Spent my whole life alone In solitude Yes, I’m that dude It’s for the best I’m one big mess And I’m simply not in the mood
Wish I knew which way to turn Wish I remembered just one lesson that I learned But maybe I did figure out some things Like, it’s not always quite as bad as it seems And sometimes nightmares can turn back into your dreams Minus the screams Minus the screams
*Writing frees my demons. I share my writing with hopes of letting people know they’re not alone. I write dark, but my writing is just one tool I use to help me put mind and myself at ease. I find painting to be a great outlet as well.