• Untitled Depression





    Some days I just want to run away and never come back.
    Alas, I find my self here day after day like a caged bird crying to be FREE, looking for every available opportunity to escape.
    At the end of the day all I have are the bars to hold me.
    They hold me back and keep me safe all in the same measure.
    My cage is my sanctuary and my prison that no one knows, but me.
    Bruised and broken I fall asleep each night with the hope of that better day that will never come for me.
    When the morning light bathes my face in all of its golden glory
    I feel the sadness take over because I know I will never be able to sing with a voice that would do justice to its beauty.