Once again I've became afraid
Afraid of all what lays ahead
I know it's foolish to not seek comfort
But it's unimportant for the tears I shed
For my troubles are petty compared to others
Theirs are important than mine so small
My own fault for sinking into this depression
Does it really matter how far I fall?
Despite my melancholy mood, I do try to smile
To keep others from worring when they see,
For I know they won't know how to help
So why worry about little ol' me?
You see I'm not truly in any danger
There is no reason for a shoulder to weep
I'm just a scared, pathetic little girl
Who's dug a hole, curled up inside asleep
Despite the dark, it's safe in this hole of mine
A barrior that keeps everything blocked out
Feeling numb is only a price for fear to be dorment
So I have no reason to yell or even shout
It's not the best reaction to have
But I really don't know what else to do
Either retreat into my hole or wallow in misery
Does it really matter what I choose?
Depression is still going to take ahold
And the fear is always going to stay
What's the point in stopping the cries?
In the end, I'm still pathetic anyway
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