Some people say talking helps
Some people say writing works
But nothing rids you of the pain
Nothing makes you want to live

"There's someone worse off than you"
There's someone better off than me, too
You can't help the way you feel
Feelings aren't meant to be suppressed

I wish I could erase this madness
I want to really smile, if only a moment
I need to touch the cheap thrill of laughter
I have to take my shot of happiness

Why can't I let it all go?
What's holding me back?
I keep listening to the same sad song
The broken record's playing on repeat

Is it fear of the past that's beating me down?
Is it the stale truth suffocating my breathing?
Is it my own mind playing tricks on itself?
How can I sort this out when I'm all alone?