always thought i had it pretty good

never complained, even though i should've

family unit appeared so tight

but what secrets appear when day turns to night?

under the cover of darkness what ghosts shall appear?

skeletons, whispering with fear

don't lock me away, i need to be free

i want to live, cannot breathe the air

of dispair, my burdens alone i must bear

there's no one with whom i can share

DISILLUSIONED

DISILLUSIONED

everything i believed has disappeared

wounds cut deep and freshly seared

cannot stop the constant bleeding

of everyhting i thought i needed

being torn away