Happiness

Sometimes we reach a point in our lives where nothing seems to matter the soul is aching and ur feeling battered In a room without a light every morning when you wake up it just seems to be a fight Not wanting to move wishing you were dead And the voices are still heard in your head Can't tell anyone cause no ones there Well they might be but you know they dont care Turning to artificial happiness but that's getting old Thinking about suicide but you arent that bold Holding onto lifeless dreams Wishing for a better day but knowing better that it will never be that way