I've seen the best and seen the worst,
but it occurs to me I might be cursed.
I've had good times and bad,
I've been happy and I've been sad,
but mostly the latter,
(not that it matters).
I've become strong within myself
without the little pills on the shelf.
I don't need anyone but me,
to see what I need to see.
I may be lonely, and I may be sad,
but I'm myself, and for that I'm glad

I've lived a life of misery,
and lived in such a fantasy,
that fun wasn't fun,
and I was below everyone.
I've lived a cold dark life,
filled with misery and strife,
and I've lived alone so long,
that I can't open up to anyone,
but there's a small crack in my shell,
a chance of being saved from this hell.

I've started over on a whim,
repented from a life of sin.
I'm done with the lies,
I've said my goodbyes,
and turned to the light,
to end my painful flight.

My eyes are shut.
I cannot see.
No-one around,
to judge my sanity.
This other man can see,
all the ugly things that be.
He will moan, rave, and scream,
that things can't be as they seem.
So I keep my eyes closed,
ignoring what everyone knows.
I hide within my shell,
at the edge of my cell,
and I start awakening,
no longer shaking,
My fear is fading,
but my heart is racing
I'm exposed to the darkness,
and now am breathless.
I've seen the worst,
and I've been hurt,
and I see no lighter side,
even though my eyes are open wide.