I search inside myself
For some reason for being.
I wonder how I got this way;
A saddened freak in black.
And all I do is write,
Pouring out my misery.
My mind is wand'ring,
Escaping
This harsh thing called reality.
I wonder if there's anything left
Inside of me that's real.
Is there anything left
That's beautiful, but concealed?
I can't put up with myself this way,
I don't know if anyone else can either.
I'm drowning in my misery,
I'll grow to be an old miser.
Is there anything left
Inside this soul, that's made of gold?
Can anyone see the black in my eyes
Though they're made of blue?
Can anyone see I'm dying
Somewhere deep inside?
Please save me
I'm falling hard and fast
I can't see
Where I'm going.
I'm falling into blackness
There's screams inside my head.
They're calls for help
I'm better yet
Concealed and on my own.
But that's not the way its meant to be
I'm crying deep inside
Because I'm hurt
There's my blood upon my shirt
Where my heart had once been.
Please save me from myself
Before I'm like a porcelain doll
Sitting still upon a shelf-
Lifeless.
