Page 10 - Written Feelings

(Take a) Break

I close my eyes to catch a breath
and feel my lungs get ripped away.
Waiting for sweet lady death
to take my soul before the day.

Forgetting what's my mental health
forgetting how to be okay.
My body rotting in this filth.
I can't move, in it I stay.

I give my all, I pay the piper.
The piper doesn't pay me back.
I'm giving up, I'm not a fighter.
I'm getting beaten out of whack.

My life is gas, and I'm the lighter.
I tick and everything goes black.
The noose is only getting tighter.
Hanging, a coat on a rack.

I drill a hole in my prison cell.
A ray of hope, ray of sunshine.
A faint illusion of being well.
A way of pretending I'm fine

There is no one I could tell,
without me seeming out of line.
And so, I stay inside my shell.
The only thing that's truly mine.