To wake up everyday
with a great thought of dying
Living a life grown
Unworthy of you trying,
The deepness of my depression
Is hidden
Behind eyes smiling,
Born to hearts
Not too concerned of
Me falling
To call out to love
Walking away deaf
To me calling,
To have nothing left to gain
Other than pain
And nothing to lose,
Look upon my soul
And see the bleeding bruise,
Once I carried confidence
When every path did not
Chill me,
To rebuild over and over
Strengthens and kills me,
Crying from time to time
Because the bottle is spilling
Lost without guidance
But all I ask for is light
And healing.