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by Chris Oct 16, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I wander through this maze Alone and bitter at the world Without a soul for someone to save No love left in me for anyone How do I escape this house of mirrors Created to be my own prison A reflection for each turn Each of a different image How can I begin to trust myself Or have any faith in me If what's looking back Might be just another lie Someone please help me from myself I'm breaking down to the floor Angry and loathing my existence Surrounded by these lies Do I have the heart of a monster Or am I lucky enough to be good It feels that I'll never ever know Who it is I really am