My senses are going
Going down into a deep abyss
So deep that nothing else is visible
My loss of sight is blinding me
Not that I care
They say when you write about depression sadness death
It just makes it easer to write about it again and again and again
Until it consumes you
Lost in your own world
Lost to everything but darkness
You lose your friends
Fall away from them
They don't share your views
You lose your parents
They think your just going through
What everyone else dose
That your not so different
But in reality
You are different.
Then last to go is your mind
Silent and sane on the outside
Screaming and bleeding on the Inside
See now don't the words come more easily now?
Almost like the blood that pours from open wounds.
Don't let them catch you at it
They wont understand
Almost no one dose...
Except those people who are like you.....
