I\'ve written paragraphs about the day
all of them pushed me too far
reflecting back, through the bottle
I never seen happiness only sadness
sensitivity covered in anger and isolation
emotions damaged beyond repair.
Crying self to sleep one to many times
in 21 years one consistency has been
private sorrow,
When you find me, you\'ll feel as bad as I do
my departure will be quiet
for the ultimate achievement of vengeance and victory
in the end depression reign it\'s supremacy
and I lost.