What's wrong with this picture,
when did it start to cave in,
the walls around me wont seem to five in,
the grip upon me is undearablely strong,
what ill i do?
i can't go on,
cause no matter how loud or clear my voice is,
you never seem to hear,
or see the weakness,
do i really have to speak,
for you to just hear,
can't you see it's not the same me,
the smile is gone replaced with a frown,
along with the spark that was once in these eyes,
darkness has set in,
but not permently,
one last thing i have to say,
help,help,help,
save me from myself.
