Experience has shut me down.
The fire of self-rejection burns...
Hiding behind the glass of tainted windows,
evading capture from a nation blind to suicide...
Sitting alone with only midnight as my company,
I try to be strong like the world predicts I am...
The strongest weakness I know,
is my ability to turn the burning pain inside of...
I want my life back where I was independent never...
It's been a long night, the moon is moving on
a puzzle of feelings left untouched...
My life in darkness
it's almost like clockwork...
Why should I walk in every sense?
To find a trace...
Depression is silent,
Yet the loudest feeling ever felt...
I lied in bed all morning,
thinking about all the things...
I just turned 23 and feel depressed
I feel like a piece of shit...
I'm a wanderer.
From one room...