I Am

I’m your white box full of suffering,

I’m your little black bag of pain,

I’m your nightmares when you’re

Sleeping

I’m your screams when you’re wake,

I’m your “don’t know if I can make it

Through the day”,

I’m the thoughts that keep you guessing,

And the love that pushes you away.

I’m the migraine in the morning,

That makes you swear you’ll go mad,

I’m every single rotten thing they say,

And everything they do that makes you

Sad,

I’m the bullet in your brain if you let me,

I’m the agony when you’re weak,

I’m the weight of the world crashing

Down on you,

I’m the silence when you can’t speak,

I’m the living hell you go through,

I’m the dead end that you reach,

I’m the uselessness you believe in,

And the worthlessness that they preach,

I’m the solution in the bottle,

That leaves you seeking clues,

I’m every rotten thing they say about

You,

And everything that makes it true,

I’m the glory in depression,

I’m the “I’ll” in I’ll be damned,

I’m the guilt hidden in your pleasure,

Everything you hate, I am.