I live in the darkness, where no one dares to go and no one cares to look,
I walk with the shadows, I'm there but no one sees me.
I hide in the silence, solitude be my refuge.
My pretence is my only solace,
My faux smile a guise,
My hope a withered dream, a missing essence,
My reality lost of all light,
My eyes hold too much torment.
With the weight of the world dragging me down,
I've lost my sight.
And being surrounded by the blind won't help.
The first sign of disturbance should have said enough,
No eyes linger for long, the surface must suffice on a good day,
Just friends that were alibis.
And clearly they weren't helping, ignorance be their friend.
My dreams are my only escape,
To die is to live in my head.
My days are content at overcast,
But it isn't the weather that gets me down,
The sun is my enemy now, bringing light and warmth to everyone but me;
It brightens the world and I feel exposed.
But I needn't worry; they still don't see me,
And deep down I know that it's for the worse...
My tears filled with silent pleas, my mind filled with screams.
I climb, I slip, I fall again - down the abyss only the lost could ever understand.
I struggle but it's drowning me as waves pull me under so violently.
The Daggers come for me at night,
My midnight visitors.
How could I possibly tell them?
They would not understand, the pain that I suffer.
They don't even ask at my new manner, because it's been around for too long now;
A change in my absense,
It slowly and subtley made itself known, ever so.
My eyes betrayed me many a time,
But they didn't see a thing.
And if on occasion the question arose of what's wrong,
I would reply 'nothing' and in my head scream 'everything!'
I would plead with my eyes and they still wouldn't see.
I have become the master of disguise.
But since I was the total opposite, you'd think that they would wonder,
But it is impossible.
My smiles and laughs have dilapidated, never ending babble evaporated.
For I am now the living dead,
How can you not see? How can you not see?
Now,
I am the poignant,
The lost,
I am aquatinted with the night,
I am the cost.
Depression slowly kills, quietly, slowly, softly - remains unknown.
Light slowly fades to grey,
Till the last instance left standing, till death!
Then I am a ghost...
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