It\'s a thin line and I\'m scarily close
Put on my front and face the day or cross the line and self destruct
Facing the day in an assisted haze, mask painted to shield the truth, plastered so well even the closest can\'t tell.
The haze lifts and the mask starts to slip, that scary line is thinner still....have I just had enough or am I ill?
Some days I wake full of fight but the slightest thing drains my strength and might and crossing the line seems the only way, disappear quickly or slowly fade away
Horrible thoughts torment my mind, just a minutes peace I struggle to find. Times have been tough and sometimes horrific but so many people have it much worse so why have my thoughts become my curse
I\'d never give in and cross that line but I\'m do get tempted from time to time an easy solution to make me forget for a peaceful mind I can\'t find yet
The last time I was happy is a distant memory will future happiness be further still or is my bleak outlook just a lack of will
This may sound troubling, deep and dark but I know somewhere inside me hides the smallest spark, I\'m hoping as time passes and hurt starts to heal that little spark will flicker still, slowly igniting that inner fight that will break me through those darkest nights
My strength will come my personality will return and that scary line that seemed thin will become the width of the sea and I know which side I\'ll proudly be