I have fallen into the darkness once more... I've given in to all the pain. I've fallen into the dark abyss in my mind so many times. I've had enough of apologies. I've had enough saying "It's okay" when really, it isn't. I don't want to hear another apology. I've fallen into my dark pit of hell, losing all hope for salvation, for any kind of help. In all the times this has happened, I have always had someone there to help me. But this time is different. I've lost my grip, my fingers gave up holding on... I've given up.
My soul wishes to be saved... My soul wishes to bask in the light... My soul wishes to enjoy happiness once more... Even when I'm with my friends, laughing, smiling, I can't hide the darkness seeping from within me... My soul wishes and dreams of a world without darkness, where it can be free from all of it...
I can't remember when it al started.. but it began to build up inside, and I'm to blame. I've made myself sick. And I let myself give in. My body is lying on the cold ground, withering away to the blackness of my mind, waiting for the light that would bring warmth and comfort and pull it out to the light where it can experience life once more...
Don't ask me if I'm okay... Does all this say I'm okay? Of course not... So don't ask... Because I'll lie. And I'd only pull myself more into this hell... So please, if you want to help, don't ask me what's wrong... Just show me happiness. Show me that you're my friend. That's all you have to do to help me...
My soul wishes to be saved... My soul wishes to bask in the light... My soul wishes to enjoy happiness once more... Even when I'm with my friends, laughing, smiling, I can't hide the darkness seeping from within me... My soul wishes and dreams of a world without darkness, where it can be free from all of it...
I can't remember when it al started.. but it began to build up inside, and I'm to blame. I've made myself sick. And I let myself give in. My body is lying on the cold ground, withering away to the blackness of my mind, waiting for the light that would bring warmth and comfort and pull it out to the light where it can experience life once more...
Don't ask me if I'm okay... Does all this say I'm okay? Of course not... So don't ask... Because I'll lie. And I'd only pull myself more into this hell... So please, if you want to help, don't ask me what's wrong... Just show me happiness. Show me that you're my friend. That's all you have to do to help me...