what now?
Secrets that aren't worth a dime.
What to do?
I've been exposed.
At first no one noticed,
that I've let go.
No matter how hard I tried,
to show them,
I'm dying inside.
My only inspiration,
comes from pain.
Wracking my brain,
for hope beyong the fog.
I was happy once,
and then I was estatic.
But when ecstasy dropped away,
I could not let it go.
I fell somehow,
into this pit of madness.
There is no hope,
for me now,
the dark is closing in.
You have no idea,
how it feels,
these tears built up inside.
The dam will break soon,
just like it always does.
And the sorrow I choke back,
will rear up and take me,
far away from here.
Some place where I'll be nothing,
but insecure, I'm not so sure.
Not so sure,
I'll have the strength to crawl,
out of this hole,
can only dig it deeper.
Soon, I know, I'll hit the bottom,
where all I can go is up.
People like me just need institiutionalization.
