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January 12, 2010
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As I sit here alone, these walls close in
I’m sorry for the things I’ve done, the places I’ve been.
It’s made everything turn dark and quiet,
They say I’ll get better, but I don’t buy it.

Who are they to tell me what I’m feeling inside?
I’m my own pilot, and I fear this may be my last ride.
I’ll head straight for the water, to drown all my sorrows.
I don’t want your sympathy, because you’ll take it back, it will only be borrowed.

I need something a little more lasting and sure,
I don’t want just a quick fix, I’m longing for the cure.
The cure to these heartaches and tears,
Anymore, I can’t even sleep at night because I dream about all my fears.

No sleep, no shower, and I haven’t been shaving,
It’s to the point now where I don’t know if I’m even worth saving.
So I’ll close my eyes, and hopefully these thoughts will fade,
Because I want to see the light, but lately I’ve gotten used to the shade.

This is the only way to get it out and feel a little bit better,
But as I look down I realize its failing, its only making my keyboard wetter.

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