I speak, but no one hears
I tremble with all my fears
I cry.... the tears from my eyes.... they flow
but no one cares, because they don't know
I keep my secrets, and pretend that i'm okay
I pray... to never again see the light of day
each night when I go to sleep
I hope not to awake from my unconscious keep.
but atlas, I wake each morn
another day to go through...
another day of feeling blue...
yet I continue to wake,
so I must be here for some sake
so maybe one day the depression will end
and my mind and heart will once again mend
wouldn't it be just a waste if I didn't hang around?
just in case happiness was actually found
so I stay, and I wait,
and I leave my destiny up to fate.
