Wandering minds and depressing times
Hiding behind these whimsical rhymes
The lines begins to fade together
It always seems to be rainy weather
But I love the rain
And I love the snow
But I don’t love letting people in
Knowing the one biggest thing in my life
Makes it easier for me to fade through
People don’t ask questions that cause any strife
When they think that that’s all there is to you
How does one plead or ask for help
When they’ve spent years silencing themselves?
The door stays closed
The room grows cold
The darkness creeps in
And covers the soul
I seemingly scream out
yet nobody asks why
I write and i write
I just want to fly
Fly far away to a place where I can feel
something other than this pain
That seems so… emo.
Everyone feels it though right?
So it’s normal, but not normal enough to talk about…
In a house full of terror
Where can I hide?
In my room all alone?
This tumultuous ride…
I don’t have all the answers.
I don’t know all the clues.
I hope I don’t seem arrogant.
It seems to be my ruse…