Cut out of life
Silenced by this rusted knife
Death, my wish
I may not be dead, but my heart is so stiff
Fear, my nature
I am my own enemy, myself..a trader
Depression, why?
Will all else fail, even after a sobbing cry
Doubt, its me
Too many are blind to see this reality
Faithless, no hope
Too much to deal with, no time to cope
A heart, its black
My protective armor, to weak to with stand the attack
Compassion, none
I want to leave, but have no strength to run
Love, gone
No emotions show, how can sadness be wrong?
