09/02/06

What is happening to me? I was doing so good It’d been a couple of months since I was last in this mood Now I’m stuck in this prison guarded by memories sent here to torture me I have no happy place to go There’s a pressure building up inside God how hard it is to hide I’m clawing at my face and I have no happy place to go I’m stuck in this rapid regression into a slow growing depression but “why?” is the real question Friends are too hard to find I have nobody to call mine Self-esteem is just a dream to me I have no faith in myself There are ever-present doubts in my mind I am so bored I am so tired of being alone I question my sanity Maybe I really do need happy pills? If they can make these things inside disappear what’s there to fear? My arms should be open wide I’m not living, just merely existing Stuck on a merry-go-round of profound depression