Eyes red and swollen,

Throbbing mind and skull

Face wet from tears fallen

As I begin to mull.

 

Are my failures a result

Of this parasitic depression I host?

Or possibly my failures occult

the light of life I crave most.

 

Broken body, spirit and mind

Shattered heart and soul

A reason to live I cannot find

I’m no longer in control

 

A statistic is all I am

of those who hate this life.

If I told, they’d see me as damned,

they’d hide me from the knife.

 

They simply don’t get it

If only they understood

I don’t want to fill a pit

I don’t want to die for good

 

I simply cannot be changed.

No matter for better or worse.

I lack emotion, I feel deranged,

it would seem i'm victim to a curse.

 

A part of me is broken,

A part of me is dead,

But these words I’ve never spoken

My tounge is heavy as lead.

 

My lips remain sealed,

but my fingers have been unchained.

I hope that I still can be healed,

but I forsee nothing but everlasting pain.