Creep

It creeps up on me

The quiet

The dark

The silent claws of sadness

That clutches my heart

And squeezes the tears out of me

I am a willing lover of despair

The comfort sigh of sorrow

Such I crave for, is there

These tears don't wash it away

The sad

The lonely

The quiet four walls

Were you also like this, Pops

Do you cry in the quiet

Are there tears left to be squeezed from your tiread heart?

Did you even know what happiness tasted like?

Living, you left me longing

Dying, you left me with no one to blame

When depression is my Muse

When Depression is my muse

And sorrow my wine

I drown myself in bitterness

And sometimes cross a line

At times I see the better days

Just beyond the noose

Then again I see some light

And pretend it just needs some booze

And when morning comes

My alter life begins

The social A-list butterfly

Who can sometimes be recluse

The jack-of-all trades

The wonder volunteer

I feel like such a hypocrite

Even to those I hold dear

Because as I smile it doesn't widen

And my heart is not light

I think life can be so boring

And then sometimes its just all bright

But today the rain in my head cannot stop

And all I really wanna do is put my life on Stop.