It only becomes a constant remembrance that your life becomes an imprisonment;

Living yet dying each second but wasn't put in our eyes to envision it. 

Sight becomes dull and weary as if the world crumbles the faith that keeps us strong;

Not knowing if today was the last day to ever break that bond.  Losing your freedom without the urge to be noticed or seen; 

Invisible to society with the constant stress that everyone is staring at me.

Watching the ways of a broken heart never to be replenished;

Can life, death or love be the only way to make this pain finish. 

Never enough to hold deep inside as it burns while you progress to fail and fall; 

Or just the unwilling remedy of life that becomes nothing at all. 

Every minute shows that it’s all over and happiness can be something; 

Or could’ve known better to see the blood we breathe means nothing. 

The adrenaline rushing that poisons the water that flows through;

How could life be the one that became of you? 

Waking up to the destruction of the old me gone and the new one I’ll never know yet; 

Praying god takes me down a path that never leaves me to wonder what depression will do next. 

Each day becomes a routine of the same memory we have seen;

Or an illusion to your eyes once you blink as if life can only be a dream.