• Despair
    Sometimes the pain is too much to bear,
    So I try to cut away my despair,
    Thrashing my fists into the air,
    I whimper a wish, mumble a prayer.

    I die a little more each day,
    With such torment burning me away,
    The cost of life is too much to pay,
    And I wish that my debt could just be delayed.

    I whistle such torture through gritted teeth,
    For no one would suspect that pain lies beneath,
    A flawless exterior, smile, and skin,
    Haunted by darkness that lies deep within.