Depression

Reasons for my smile were buried with the Sun
The day I no longer feel this pain will be the scariest one
Mirrors don't say much to me
When a hollow and dark shell is all I can see
Take my hand and grip it hard, save me from the hardest part
What's the use of all this happiness and joy?
When we're doomed to fall eternally into the void

I wish I could stand up again
But from myself I've always ran
And now my silence is all I hear
I'm not afraid as I feel death drawing near
I wish I could stand up again

Hiding my face inside my hands
My life is just another line in the sand
Surrounded by people but I'm always alone
Dreaming of life in a grave of my own
Forever descending (descending)
Lost in a maze
Noided for life
Into the abyss I gaze