3 a.m.
I constantly lie awake
Never knowing what's wrong with me
I wake up, always at 3 a.m.,
Crying because the noises in my head like to stay
No, I'm not crazy
I just don't like reality
A hate-fueled world filled with sin and murderous fueled people
Why is that?
Why is it that we are so advanced, but actually aren't at the same time?
Why is it that we still think of depression as a taboo thing?
My mom tells me it's not real and if I actually went outside
Little does she know I stay indoors because the outside world makes me oh so much more
Depressed.
I love my life, but I hate how I've lived it
I want to escape it, but I never know how
Living in a small town it's not that easy to run away
I can't outrun my fears.
I tried to drown them, but they learned to swim
Why is it that humans are like this?
Why are we so fraile and weak?
Why do we act so tough and fake when in reality...we're actually dying.