• I wake up
    It's six in the morning
    Getting up
    I refuse my mourning

    Sensations inside
    Fill my empty life
    And as I dress
    I feel less and less.

    The bus stop is cold
    I'm way too early
    I've gotten so old
    Become so girly

    But only on the outside
    Am I on this ride
    Cause on the inside it hurts
    It's about to burst

    STOP IT!
    Just stop the ache
    The pain wont quit
    The throbbing quakes

    I shiver I shake
    I'm about to brake
    But I can't let them know
    This feeling I've grown

    I pull it together
    Here comes the bus
    I flit like a feather
    Though there's no need to rush

    I sit there alone
    With the bus as it groans
    It mocks me I think
    Into my seat I sink

    People filter on
    Just people, that's all
    They don't matter at dawn
    In spring or in fall.





    I turn on my music
    Block out the noise
    The words sing my sickness
    Point out my few joys

    Song after song
    They are all so long
    But soon the bus fills
    Through the magic, laughter trills

    Kids here
    Kids there
    Kids in the rear
    Kids in pairs

    None of them talk to me
    I sit here silently
    Listen to song after song
    Soon my morning will be gone

    As I move through my day
    I forget why I'm sad
    I forget my pain
    Forget why I'm mad

    Then around a corner I see him
    Or her majestically flinging limb
    I remember my pain
    I remember the rain

    The darkness over flows
    Inside of me it grows
    I don't know where to go
    It swallows me whole

    Help me someone
    Somebody please
    I skip, I run
    I drop to my knees

    I cant find the door
    To leave, I want nothing more
    I want to get out
    I just want to shout

    “HELP ME!”