screaming until my throat burns...

crying until my head turns...

i keep begging myself not to let depression take over
but i swear i'm one slip away from sinking lower

can you hear my soul tear?
looking to the sky as if hoping a greater being will appear
(and get me the hell out of here)—
and give me a single touch to the heart-
and my scars will repair
maybe it'll stay like that there; repaired.

but pain...

leaves some deep and nasty

stains.

can one ever really be fixed?
won't the metal rod stuck in my chest
where my heart rests...
keep me impaired?