Incomplete
- random

It doesn't matter how hard I try
People succeed in making me cry
I look away, they come to me
All I want is to be free

They won't leave me alone, they want to fight
I just want to do things right
I tried so hard to be strong
Everything I do turns out wrong

They blame my fear on the tunes I hear
They say depression is a silent fear
They know nothing of this mind of mine
They say everything will turn out fine

Yet I see nothing of this truth
Everything seems so uncouth
I slip away all by myself
To feel again those things I felt

I feel these things inside my head
I hear these things I wish I'd read
In the end I know who has won
In the end I know what has to be done


© 26th November