These are the days that are the most depressing
Wake up early but theres no use dressing
Laying on my back staring at the ceiling
Asking myself what else life is concealing
I lay motionless in my four cornered cell
Every man lays victim to his personal hell
But this agony is more than a personal hell
This anguish leaves me breathless for a yell
A small trail of saline flies down my cheek
Muscular Physique, but I've never felt so weak
To wear a fabricated smile seems so bleak
That self destructions embankment has a leak
A tiny aperture that grows not by the week
But on a day by day basis
Its non biases nor racist
How long will it take for this barricade to break?
I suppose I'll find out unless i wake
Hoping that its all a bad dream
Hoping its all fake
No use pinching myself, its already to late
No matter how hard you try, you cant fight fate