Wrote by: Lynette (Lyn) Jarrell.
I see everyone moving on with their lives,
And I'm just here.
In my mind, it’s too late.
Trapped behind the walls of lies that say ‘I'm fine’.
Trapped inside a warzone filled with ticking landmines.
Where I am at, there is no such thing as time.
Forced to forget, and leave the ones i love, behind.
My pain intensifies before the rain can even subside.
I’m stuck in a pit of my own self hate,
There’s no point in trying,
I know it’s too late.
My world is colourless,
Just black and grey,
And i know now,
That death is my fate.
Depression has been serving me for years,
Like a used dinner plate.
But i’m being served alone,
For there’s no one to hold me.
After all, every lonely person,
Will always be lonely.