(You know every life has got it's difficulties,
The ones people hide and the ones they let you see.
They've always made stories,
Just waiting for a new reader.)
And I collapse from exhaustion,
Couldn't sleep from paranoia.
Always trapped in confusion,
And consumed by hystaria.
And I don't think I could take back,
All the things I said,
Always destroyed by my past,
Cause it keeps running through my head.
And I don't want to be here anymore,
Always alone in the darkness,
Never getting the guts to open the door,
To try to find happiness.
Can I break down,
For you now,
System over load,
I'm about to drown.
I think I'm losing my voice,
From all the screaming,
Always making just white noise,
A sound everyone's always ignoring.
No one knows I sit and cry at night,
Letting the thoughts consume me,
No distractions to keep my mind,
From taking everything.
~fin~
Note to the reader: I know quite a few people out there who hide problems and then shed them as tears into a pillow. This is a note to all of you out there. I love you. I got your back. I'll listen to you scream until my ears ring; I will hold you as you cry until I'm drowning in the river of tears. I've been there; I've screamed till my throat was numb and my eyes held no more tears. You're not alone.
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