03-24-04
This Disease...
Lost in a loneliness that feels like forever,like a solitude that seems to always stay.
Depression being so insidious to us,
It's hard to find our way.
Why deal with this constant hypocrisy..
that you face each & every day?..
Putting a happy face on sorrow-
Nothing like Kurt Cobain.
Suffering in silence, no one knows..
No one ever really sees.
Dealing with this day & night,
Such an uncharismatic disease.
Emotionally numb from the pain thats felt, no proper way in which to be dealt with.
Slowly being paralyzed by despair..
Being ripped apart,there's just no way to prepare.
Always lost in this loneliness,feeling seemingly forever,
This life,this disease...
To go away never..