Looming shadows draw closer by the day.
Thoughts get muddier and I never know what to say.
Whats the use of talking, when you cant be heard?
What if feelings cant be put into words?
If this is living, then how blissful death could be,
No more pain, no more me.
Enter grim reaper, take me away,
To a better place, a better day.
No use pretending theres another way.
Problems so big cant be solved
Especially when youre not sure when they evolved
Evolved from little worries to trauma,
Not sure why theres so much drama.
People you love play with your mind,
Search and manipulate the things they find.
Make you feel things you refuse to comprehend,
Knowing that eventually it all has to end.
The end is so much closer for some,
The ones who dont want death to come.
The miserable ones will live on,
Dreading every dusk and dawn.
Knowing nothing has changed, Im still me.
Knowing Ill never be happy until that ceases to be.