There are a million words
I haven't said
A lot of being torn
But I'm still not dead
A lot of falling
Mainly when depression is calling
A lot of being forgotten
Struggling more and more to carry on
With your life
Expediently when that knife
Is in so deep
And tears you don't want to weep
With lots of memories
You don't want to keep
Being alone a lot
And your eyes always begin to seep