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People always wonder what would hell really be like, flaming souls and crying eyes seem the most common to pick i wonder if we all just have a personal hell set aside, waiting patiently to see the way our life will be like
If so I think my hell will just be more of this
Closed doors and dreams crushed in a cold hard fist
Reality is hard to swallow, humility the pill that follows, all of us are choking while we're humoring the waiting gallows
The depression never goes away no matter how much I beat it back, its got a way of sneaking up when you're least expecting an attack and I hate the way it yells at me I know I can be good you see there's just no way to do it when the illness morphs into disease
My parents try to understand it try to plan our lives around it try to stop the melancholy that is threatening to end it, what they'll never comprehend is that I'm praying for the end and that I'm wishing I was gone and not facing another dawn
Lights out, the darkness is my closest friend
I'll scream until my voice is at it's end
Reality is hard to swallow, humility the pill that follows, all of us are choking while we're humoring the waiting gallows
Your mother never told you habits are better ways of making malice
Are sentimental plays on callous people who don't see your talents
The question of depression is obsessive pressive, pressing out from blackened brains that dream of spaces far away and cry at night that their alone but never find their way back home
The question of suppression is compulsive liberation, searching for a simple answer finding sadness like a cancer throwing arms up to the sky they tell me it helps kill the pride
They say a lot of things and walk around with their degrees but never will they eye to eye at level see me for me
That's all, my end is coming ever near
My joy is caught up in consuming fear
Reality is hard to swallow, humility the pill that follows, all of us are choking while we're humoring the waiting gallows
Your imagery is coming closer, heart beats when you're feeling lower, no one knows the way you cower, we'll wait until the day is ours