I'm ruining my life before it's begun
Denying realisations,
Disguising hurt in troubled fun
And wild imaginations...
I've never been depressed
In this way before,
These worries so repressed
That I cannot ignore
The way they eat at me,
The way they destructively
Change everything I'll be...
Can I make it plainer,
Than an S.O.S cry?
I can't make this alone
And do you know why?
Because I'm frail
And
Pathetic
And
Weak
I have no voice of which to speak,
Voiceless, praised, labelled and crazed
I grew up raised by this internal rage
And this entirety grows more unstable
With this ancient age...
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