I've tried to hide the pain,
have bottled everything up inside
so people could think I had an enjoyable life.
But I've come to dead-end and everything
is so unknowingly
Gone.
I've walked the same path I've walked
for oh so many years,
and have found no detours out of this empty path...
And everything that I see,
oh so bleak,
is as unwelcome as
depression. Everything I speak,
so bleak! So morbid! comes out like
a river flowing deeply with dishonesty.
I've hidden amongst the shadow as a friend,
and have welcomed the ghosts,
but don't you see?! I am oh so lonely on
this bleak path,
and I can't get out! For even the ghosts get
tired and leave me here to die in absolute
agony.
They leave to go
Home...
Where is home?
This path I walk is a mindless
circle...A skeptical maze that
is unsolvable for a
mere disposable teen.
I can't even find the
end to my own sorrows!
How could I solve the mystery of
Home?! And this bleak path
that seems to continuously go
On?
The railroad tracks,
the one I follow
are becoming so increasingly
bleak that life itself
seems too pathetic and a waste of breath!
A waste of a blink! A waste of a beautiful being.
A being that sees no end.
No end to this bleak railroad track...
I keep walking the railroad tracks,
hoping to find someone also
mindlessly walking on them,
trying to find their way.
I keep on.
Keep on.
I bottle everything up.
Smile so that the slightest creature
can hear it but not hear
the silent screams.
I laugh among the living,
although I should be walking among
the dead,
where I find no escape;
no detours. This is my life...
I hide.
Hide.
Someone has to be walking these rail road tracks...
Please, this pitiful use of a being
can no longer wait;
where is it that the end is hiding?
Let me cheat.
Let me...
Please,
let these railroad tracks
End.
have bottled everything up inside
so people could think I had an enjoyable life.
But I've come to dead-end and everything
is so unknowingly
Gone.
I've walked the same path I've walked
for oh so many years,
and have found no detours out of this empty path...
And everything that I see,
oh so bleak,
is as unwelcome as
depression. Everything I speak,
so bleak! So morbid! comes out like
a river flowing deeply with dishonesty.
I've hidden amongst the shadow as a friend,
and have welcomed the ghosts,
but don't you see?! I am oh so lonely on
this bleak path,
and I can't get out! For even the ghosts get
tired and leave me here to die in absolute
agony.
They leave to go
Home...
Where is home?
This path I walk is a mindless
circle...A skeptical maze that
is unsolvable for a
mere disposable teen.
I can't even find the
end to my own sorrows!
How could I solve the mystery of
Home?! And this bleak path
that seems to continuously go
On?
The railroad tracks,
the one I follow
are becoming so increasingly
bleak that life itself
seems too pathetic and a waste of breath!
A waste of a blink! A waste of a beautiful being.
A being that sees no end.
No end to this bleak railroad track...
I keep walking the railroad tracks,
hoping to find someone also
mindlessly walking on them,
trying to find their way.
I keep on.
Keep on.
I bottle everything up.
Smile so that the slightest creature
can hear it but not hear
the silent screams.
I laugh among the living,
although I should be walking among
the dead,
where I find no escape;
no detours. This is my life...
I hide.
Hide.
Someone has to be walking these rail road tracks...
Please, this pitiful use of a being
can no longer wait;
where is it that the end is hiding?
Let me cheat.
Let me...
Please,
let these railroad tracks
End.
