For sometime I’ve been in denial
Just searching for a reason to smile
Looking over choices made
In one hand a pen the other a blade
My minds a mess why should I fight
Is there any solace in what I write
Is blood stained paper my only ink
When in deep depression I know I’ll sink
My words meaning nothing if they don’t ring true
Yet I talk about the big breakthrough
I push you forward as if I’ve been cured
When really my emotions I’ve just ignored
I speak from a place where I’ve not been
I then tell you all it’s pastures green
I’ve not walked this path or won this war
I’m exactly where I was before
From my demons I still hide
I still drown within the tears I’ve cried
So who am I to help you through
When I’m at square one right next to you.
