Broken Down
I'm feeling broken, like no one hears a single word I've ever spoken. And all these voices in my head are now awoken. Why is it that everything I touch just starts eroding? No, that ain’t true. Tell me it’s all a lie. Tell me I’m giving purpose to someone before I die. Tell me whatever happened to “it doesn’t hurt to try.” Why do I feel pain for simply being alive? Every day I’m confused. Every day is a fight. Falling deeper with time, slowly losing the light. I really wish I was normal, not faking I’m alright. Sometimes I sit alone in my room just barely getting along, questioning who would care if I was gone. Maybe only my family — cat, brother, and mom. While I’m still alive and breathing, someone prove to me I’m wrong. Why does this feel like a confession? Like I’ve let somebody down for struggling with depression. How do I save myself from my own mind when my old man feels like a weapon I battle every single day while staring at my reflection? I keep all of this hidden. Ma...