Who are we really?
The question lingers in the air
We are the ones who can hold each other up
But we let ourselves fall
And when we all fall the damage is hard to fix
The damage breaks our souls
It's sickening to watch
It is like watching some animal die without being able to help
We are the ones who cut ourselves to make everything okay
Reality is hard
The illsuion of trying to figure out why we are here is even harder to believe
To believe that some force is keeping us alive is
We are the ones to see the truth everyones lies
We have been lied to before
The lie of everything will be okay is an easy one to see through
3 years and everything still isn't okay
I am still depressed over my loss
2 years and everything still isn't normal
Where is my trust?
I thought you trusted me
We are the ones who are depressed
We are the ones who understand.