When life feels like peanut butter,
Then spread thin and brittle beneath the cutter.
Every day, my bedroom grows darker.
I have no room to breathe in and breathe out.
Friends and family do not understand.
They see the sandpaper but not the quicksand.
Though I smile in the light,
Inside, I am a hollow knight.
My tomorrow feels like schizophrenia.
Life is like peanut butter, sticky and thick.
Pressure on my chest,
It's hard for me to lift myself up.
As I keep fighting against mental illness,
It becomes hard to see the sunshine through the pouring rain.
Life is a rollercoaster,
I am trapped in the car.
I am trying to find my way out of this cage.
Every odyssey, I swallow a pill,
And it leads me deeper into darker days.
You see my smile,
But not the pain through which I go.
Every day and night, I am searching for the light,
But life is as thick as peanut butter.