Aridpheonix

False sense of happiness Killing me and departing us Writing on the broken walls Inside the bathroom stalls, it Doesn’t really matter anymore Stomping feet on the bathroom floor Close and lock the friendly door Nobody can heal this sore It’s just the biggest pain Depression and self refrain Losing my supportive cane Slipping in the pouring rain, its Frustration I just can’t take In bed but staying awake Not a choice I choose to make Barely following in the wake, of Barely alive or barely dead Thoughts can't stop running through my head That must be what I get For getting into this mess With a false sense of