I'm not very strong,
Although I used to be,
So many things I've done wrong,
To shut out the pain inside of me.
I can't get out,
Of the monster's tight grip,
I try to shout,
I'm feeling myself slip.
The demon has taken over my mind,
It consumed my light,
My soul is something I still can't find,
Lost wandering through the night.
I'm worthless and everyone knows it,
I should just stay inside,
My utterly broken spirit,
The scars I try so hard to hide.
No one actually sees,
That I've been dead for awhile,
I've been on my knees,
Trying to fix my broken smile.
I'm stumbling around,
So weak and numb,
Is this who I am now?
Is this who I've become?
