They say to fight another day,
A broken record on replay,
For I doubt this feeling shall ever go away,
Struggling to get through the day,
They say not to cry,
How selfish it is to want to die,
That its a mistake I cannot rectify,
And all I have to do is try,
They say to keep up the fight,
Little to they know my lungs are airtight,
My thoughts I cannot convey so I write,
Oh how I wish to feel alright,
They say they understand,
That I’m not alone; they’ll be there holding my hand,
To lift me up, up out of the quicksand,
And yet here in solitude I stand,
Trying to yell but I can’t make a sound,
Lost at sea, praying to be found,
Aimlessly trying to find solid ground,
Pretty soon I shall be drowned,
But they say it makes me weak,
All of these emotions, what am I, a freak?
Every word that I speak,
They just seem to critique,
Yet when I am gone,
They’ll wonder where they went wrong,
How they could not hear the pain sung through my song,
The torment of not knowing where I belong,
But soon I shall be free,
In a place where their words can no longer reach me,
Perhaps I will be missed to a certain degree,
When I’m no longer entangled in life’s crooked tree,
They say they are sorry and express their love,
A little too late, now I watch from above,
I now fly high, as high as a dove,
Happy at last, mirth no longer devoid of.