You believe

I thought my friend would understand what I'm going through, I think she's just bored of hearing about it though... and then another person who I don't regret telling. =)

Time plays a game, running away at the same time as stopping.

Tied up, I couldn't believe. But then I woke up

with someone telling me 'let it all out'.

I did, and for a while I came around happier.

The hard times had become somewhat easier to handle...

Yet, I used to hold it in, I used to have strength 

and I used to pride myself on staying strong until the cracking point.

Now it's all different. Not everybody knows, but I crack, 

breaking, snapping.

Now I'm weak, you see my weakness growing day by day.

Months pass me by, and I'm collapsed, an empty corpse

motionless, emotionless. Numb pain I can feel isn't there.

Sickness overrides and you try to make me smile.

I'd smile for you, and cry as I turned to walk away.

I want you to know how much you help me.

But the truth is, I often feel it can't be helped

for I myself am helpless for it.

I'd let the rain drown me, and not feel a thing.

But pull me in, embrace the shortage of happiness you see I have

for now, you make it better.

You show me strength, even when I feel gone,

used up.

All the times I've told you, I'd keep.

All the times I've told them, I'd throw away

discard, they're naive

not by fault, inexperience haunts me as they pass,

as I drop. 

Down.

You'd be the one to find me in this dark corner

Painted white my darkness spreads and absorbs into it, 

you take the black and leave it there on the wall for me.