This is only half written and kinda an experiment...and I'm a girl.

Its times like these I write when I am down-
Can’t even dream my life away cause in my room a voice resounds-
It’s darkness tapping on my shoulder laughing like a clown-
Effecting me in high low states of minds that’s so profound-

Do I have to peel my skin to the marrow for you-
Just to show you that the real me inside is simply true?
Do you even want to seek my bleak emotions just to prove-
That you can actually give a damn about this girl named Blue?

You don’t peep what’s on the inside of me…no INSTEAD-
You feed like leeches of negativity on a wound that’s been bled-
And I’m the scar you PICK, PEEL, then RIPP to death-
To the point where no light on my path can be shed-

Cause you keep askin me questions stressin like Dr. Phil sessions-
When you don’t know a godamn thing about my depression-
You ain’t learnin my lessons N livin life with regressions-
Before you question my oppression understand my condition-
Listen- *silence*

(Drippity drop-)
That’s the sound of my tears…
(Tickety tock-)
That’s the pain rippin through my ears…
Of the years gone by flyin high and yet not I…
And yet…not I….

In my gloom I hear the sounds of an achin-
Child that's mistaken-
For a tired soul that's slowly breakin-
Deep inside of me-
So I dig a hole that’s deep-
Just so you can see what I can see that you can’t see…

An empty void in me…