depression

Am I wasting my time?
Should I be here?
I can't find the words,
Nor see through the tears.

I'm tired of being around,
And being picked apart.
I can barely think,
With this sunken heart.

My days are short and busy,
Nights cold and long.
I put on a brave face,
But I'm sick of being strong.

I'm always wiping their tears,
But whose there for me?
I'm lost inside a world,
A world I hate to be.

I'm a slave to the darkness,
I've fought to find my way.

Walking around, aimless, lost in the crowd.
Trying to be heard, but the noises are too loud.
After a long day, coming home from fights,
Not getting a word in edgewise; lonely nights.

Welcome to my life, I'm only a ghost,
Not noticed by many, ignored by most.
Often want to break down, or even want to die,
Or cry my eyes out, but ghosts don't cry.

Finally a little freedom, out with some friends,
But ignored by you, the pain never ends.
Love shown one way, yet hate the other,

Everlasting depression, going insane,
tortured thoughts and immortal pain.
In my mind there is no rest,
Tranquil thoughts, less and less,
trapped inside pandora's box,
chained so tight, titanium locks

 Mirror, Mirror,

lie to me,

show me what,

I want to see;

A world untouched,

unharmed by love,

a world not cursed,

that soars above,

a world of warmth,

not cold as ice,

a world where hearts break once,

not twice.

Mirror, Mirror,