I Thought you Loved Me
Why can't I tell you about my struggles without hearing about everything you've over come?
Do you know I lose sleep at night thinking about all I've done?
Depression gets the best of me on a weekly basis, but you wouldn't know that cause I keep my chin up. Every day I spend hours trying to drown out the voices telling me I'm not enough, the echos turn to murmurs but its never silent.
Have you ever tried to understand why I'm so violent?
Don't get me wrong, I'm surrounded by "good" people, you know the kind you find under the steeple. Every now and then I feel it, that little spark of hope; sometimes I even see it but then, I awake from my slumber.
Winters come, it's nearly gone.
I use to look forward to summer, but not this time; this time I'm focused on just not being the bummer.