in this sweet little void of mine, i feel depression coming slow, it comes and somehow i meet it half way, just to be left with a sense of betrayal, nothing...

everyday i try my best to wake up with hope, with my best shining in my eyes, but some things just don't come true, as if there was never any, no hope...

i have been told many lies by you all, and you still ask why, why i can not trust you, why i choose to by alone, by myself, left in the cold...

i feel my heart growing old, but my mind... to much knowledge to lift with my scabed thoughts, its way to much to hold...

please do not get my wrong, i have more then i could ask for, the love of my family, lessons that which i have learned, i have my heart, and this noise that i create with the little hope...

but after awhile i start to think...is there something missing, what comes after this all...

all i see is dark,

an alone winter to come,

a broken vase against the mirror of my face...