Head down alone,
Hate this recurrent thoughts
What happends with
Me Iím gone.
Time went fast.
Should I go?
You see I hate this lonlyness,
No one has a clue,
The trauma, I suffer, I hide it
Treatable? Is Madness
I keep walking, hands in my packet,
Suicidal is an option, is it painless or
Can it be Numbness?
I hate the look,
The critics, the doctors
All diagnosis, I hear them talking
He is going to kill himself,
I look at myself in the mirror
With my eyes all wet wanting to cry,
And I canít, so is all this pain kept inside my chest
Why do I feel like Iím the only one that donít dye.
My room, no lights please,
My best friend the darkness,
Guilt in my chest, Hopelessness,
Everybody doing well, I feel less.
Psychotherapy Raise my stress,
Addicted to Antidepressant
The excused pharmacotherapy.
I break the wall, let myself out,
It canít do anything anymore yes Iím about,
Iím not scare, indecisiveness, I guess my doubts.
All this chemical in my veins, dominant cloud.
I hate this word poor,
As a relief I feel Iím cool
I act like nothing happens
Acting like a fool.
Full of anger,
Irritability getting higher.
The weight lost, the lost of my faith
My behavior has changed, and face.
So I sit, realize,
an idea come into my mind,
Think about loneliness, and worst dying,
doubt in my head
un control irritation,
Poor social support