Why is it that I feel so alone,
Even with the Summer days here,
It’s impossible to escape from this dread,
Hanging over me like a black cloud,
If the sky turns bullet grey,
I’ll die again, say a prayer, close my eyes.
It’ll end like those still nights,
When the winds replied to my thoughts,
And I’d sing but feel hollow inside,
Looking for something new, a cure,
Make me whole again, I don’t want this,
Who cares whether or not I’m perfect,
I’d rather die happy and broken,
Than sad and fragile.