Another day is passing, another day alone,
Another day I wallow in the depression that I've known.
Another day I seek my find, when I cannot even see,
That my eyes are blinded by my heart, content in misery.

Trapped within the spiral, further down I go,
I feel my heart pound in my chest, and hate it all the more.
And as I do climb deeper, the sorrow seems to grow,
Replacing every part of me, until I remain no more.

I hide behind my happy eyes, fake smiles for all to see,
They know my face, they know my name, but very few know me.
Its dark outside, and cold in here, and another day has passed,
Tomorrow I shall face the dawn, praying it's my last.
 
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