The Unspoken Truth

The Saturday Afternoon Blues

Makes it hard to find motivation

I can hear people laughing outside

But all I want to do is disappear

Not die. Simply just not exist.

Trying to take control of my life but I can’t steer

What happens when I finally crash

Will I be forgotten and drown

Or by some miracle may I be found?

 

My façade slowly deteriorating

Anxiety and depression are always near

Yet all they do is make me start isolating

Why is it that life never slows down at our bright moments?

Although it’s an eternity when we’re so deep in misery

Might I just be forgotten and drown

Turn into old history

 

My confidence is dwindling

My confidence is non-existent

My confidence is absent

My confidence is dead.

 

The time passing has healed no scars

Reminiscing the times when I was younger

The clock is yelling saying I must move on

But I’m standing still frozen in fear of the future

Though the future is sprinting towards me

Will I be forgotten and drown

Or by some miracle

may I be found?