The birds are free to fly around
the voice is free to speak and sing...

Its is expected that i always help everyone else...
thats fine but what about when things get so bad...

I want to cry but i cant. i want to be strong like...
i want to be normal like i used to be. i don't...

Everyday i get worse
everyday the thought of suicide crosses my mind...

I am all alone in this world. people around me...
i need someone and there is no one...

Life my life may not be as bad as someone elses...
i am drowning in a sea of depression with no life...

I am running out of time
i need a saviour...

On the outside i am happy just for you. but if you...
on the inside i am screaming out for someone to...

HELP
Help...

It is expected of me to handle my own problems
to never let my true and inner side be known...

Where do i begin...
life is a tragedy...

In this current time of my life
i already had enough to do...