I'm sick of being tired,
Tired of being sick.
I create this negative atmosphere,
The air is polluting and thick.
I can't help but see the negatives,
In everything I seem to contact,
Its like their only here under contract.
I feel like no one wants me,
To be around, even for a chat,
"Get the f*k away from me,
You ****, hairy, fat, twt"
I know its all in my head,
But reality distorts in there,
I know people love me,
And people truly care.
But the wave of darkness,
Surrounds my skull,
I'm scared I'm loosing this battle,
The void might swollow me whole.
I try to be the light,
That makes people smile,
But I'm hidden behind this light,
I've been hiding for quite a while.
The face is a broken image,
But broken on the inside,
I don't want people to see this,
Thats why I hide.
Please, if you know me,
Just talk as if we're fine,
Ignore any insecurities,
They're not yours to deal with, they're mine.