What To Speak When Silence Is Listening.

The air is still moving..
i can count the space between..
every breathe that i'm breathing..
such an ordinary thing..
you would think it is easy..
to be a human being..
but with a depression..
it becomes the hardest thing..

I once dreamed i could be a super hero...
ya know save the lives, get the girl, fly up to the sky...
but now i know...it was all a lie..
i cannot save my own life, let alone another thing..
i cannot get the girl..because i am a monster...
and about flying up high, i cry to think i could...
i wont be welcome to heaven....
they dont want my depression....

Ask me if i could blink for every time ive hurt..
ide only cry and say to you..
my eyes would die out first..
I could smile every day..
i could laugh, i could play...
but never would i feel happy..
because it would all be fake..
just imagine a darkness..
like a blind man would see..
only it embraces..
every living part of me...

a suffication, a sorrow..
a depression...
lives in me...
the only way to escape it..
would be to rip out my heart and let it bleed...
then...
maybe..
i could be happy...
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18-21, M
Nov 29, 2012