I'm stuck in a never ending battle
One that shakes me like a rattle
Armed with the sword of hope
And a shield of antidepressants
It is rather unpleasant
More often than not quite deadly
Like a broken record
Playing the same depressing melody

A meadow lies beyond a small house
Within this meadow is a small patch of flowers
A single flower stands out among the rest
It’s stem greener than the grass around it
It’s pedals a bright golden yellow like the sun
However it’s beauty would be hidden forever
Within a small patch of flowers
Within a meadow
Behind a small house

I think I know what I most fear
In fact by now it should be quite clear
Anymore I have to fight with everything that I have to try and hide the tear
But no matter how hard I try
Eventually the facade fades and I start to cry
I’m so tired of it I’m tempted to roll over and die
I’m tired of the lie you're getting better
If that was true I wouldn’t be on the verge of a relapse
I thought I had ahold of myself but I guess I’m losing my grasp

We all have dreams
We want to obtain them by any means
They metastasize to others
Becoming a inspiration for many
They birth us a new family
They push us to our limits and then a little further
They make us feel anew
This is what dreams do

I opt for a different destiny
One that doesn’t lead me to insanity
Maybe gives me better morality
I want to write expert poems finaticaly
One were my poems reach excellency  
That's what I want for my destiny

Pouring my heart and soul into every line
Often about how useless this world makes me feel
Everything that pains me I turn into lines
Memories of my broken past and realities of my doomed future
Seizing every moment to help others understand who I am