No one to talk to, No one to tell
Only my soul, empty and bare...

Some people say that death is easy,
A cop-out of life...

I wish I didn't have to hide
That my tears weren't like the plague...

My depression owns me,
And like a dog...

He looks at me with penetrating eyes,
Menacing smile tears into my soul...

I just have to sit and stare
Waiting for someone to tell...

I told you I wanted to be a teacher,
Help others learn as I have done...

Loneliness...Boredom
Things I try to avoid...

I wanted to trust you,
I wanted to fall...

Emptiness
The hole inside...

In the dark I sit and sigh,
Waiting for a secret sign...

All I want is some support
But They...