I wish to believe one day I will not be up late at night
Crying into the darkness
I will no longer feel the pain
That has been brought upon me by another
I wonder when this day will arrive.
How many more years do I get to look forward to nightmares I cannot remember
Yet, I wake others up from?
When will these familiarized tears cease their streams upon my cheeks?
How much longer must I pretend that all is well?
When in reality inside I am dying
Slowly I am due to my own demons
as well as demons other have happily given to me
A good candidate for post-traumatic stress disorder
Just a bunch of words to me
All thrown together to make you believe it is something important
Follow me into my dreary days,
My depression poking and picking at me,
No matter the amount of my strength,
No matter my countless efforts,
I cannot get away from it.. the... this darkness calls to me
As does my depression
Without one you would not have the other.
We all come hand in hand
I'm losing the battle all the strength I once had, no longer present
I'm losing this fight..
Only holding on by one hand... And hardly that..