Living To Die ( Depression)
Scarred to Live,
To Breathe
To Strive
To Become
To Want
To Fear
Scarred To see
Not To See,
To hear To Touch
or not to be touched,
Wanting nothing,
Needing everything.
Believeing the unseen,
Wanting to be unseen.
Proud of my simplicity,
But scarred of being awake.
Better off dead,
But then I still remain scarred.
Scarred of the darkenss, the unforseen.
Is there an afterlife?
So I remain scarred.
SCARED, SCARED, SCARED,
It is my hell,
It is my burden,
It' is my sanctuary
where walls cannot be torn down, to reveal,
The scared me.
L.T.G.( 2009)
To Breathe
To Strive
To Become
To Want
To Fear
Scarred To see
Not To See,
To hear To Touch
or not to be touched,
Wanting nothing,
Needing everything.
Believeing the unseen,
Wanting to be unseen.
Proud of my simplicity,
But scarred of being awake.
Better off dead,
But then I still remain scarred.
Scarred of the darkenss, the unforseen.
Is there an afterlife?
So I remain scarred.
SCARED, SCARED, SCARED,
It is my hell,
It is my burden,
It' is my sanctuary
where walls cannot be torn down, to reveal,
The scared me.
L.T.G.( 2009)
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