I guess sometimes you don't always like what you have to do.

Look beyond the fake smile
Through the sad eyes
And you'll see the real me.

I am drowning in a sea of fear
That no one can understand
And if no one can understand
No one can help me.

People say I'm getting better
And I know I am a little
But then I crash fifty feet below
From where I started
And with each fall
The hole that has been dug
Gets deeper and deeper.

Finally dead at last,
But still I feel the shame.

What do you do
When you've got no one to turn to
And no where to run to?

How can someone hate life so much,
That they will do anything to kill themselves?

I should know the answer to that.

As I walk into the shrinks office
I hear the receptionist say.
"I haven't seen you in a while,
How have you been doing?"
Isn't it obvious when
You see me here today?