I can feel myself falling, into the darkest parts of my mind.
The harder I fight "it", the faster I sink, deeper into this depression like state.
I can tell no one notices, they all think I'm fine, but I can tell somethings off, that I'm falling into to something bigger then myself or this place.
I can feel "it", as I drift to sleep late at night, a nagging at the back of my mind, a voice saying, its all pretend, they don't really know or care about you.
Each day met with another fake smile and laughs, another night met with tears and silent pleas for help.
Tossing and turning, hoping for assistances from a god, your not sure exists .
Living each day, with the feeling of false love from "friends and family", an emptiness encases my heart, stealing every last drop of happiness I once hid there. thou I know its happening I do nothing to stop "it," I sit back and wait for "it", what every "it" may be, to final take me and put this heart-wrenching, stomach-twisting , feeling to rest, even if that means, I'm in the ground... I can feel myself falling, into the darkest parts of my mind, slowly bringing me to the edge of my sanity, all thanks to "IT".
