What day will the ending come
It doesn’t really matter to some
For they wish their time was already done
Struggling through day after day
Not knowing if they’re truly ok

Self suffering with depression
Feeling obligated to show a certain expression
Trying to justify their time
That they spend in an effort to hide
Their emotional abuse
Instead of finding the help they need
To arise out of these blues

Solid confinement, unusual punishment
This wasn’t the way life’s experience was suppose to be spent
Illuminate the gray area
And allow movement away from the hysteria
Gain that sense of release
To allow an opportunity to feel some peace

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