People tell me all the time,
Things will be just fine.
That this pain I feel cannot stay,
That it will all pass away.
That pain its self is not terminal,
No need to go homicidal.
Problems are only temporary,
but my pain is stationary.
No body knows how i feel,
or why i cannot heal.
they always speak of bliss
which i dont understand this
How people are so happy when the world is this way
maybe they didn't see all the crime that happened today?
People are too blind to see
whats inside of me
all the pain
with nothing to gain
but pain and sorrow which automaticly comes with tomorrow
people say that i'm really not as depressed as i seem
and that everything is just a dream
that someday i'll wake up and relize that this all was just fantasized
i hope i wake up soon...
 
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