Whats wrong?

Whats wrong you ask?

Every time i put on a mask

I feel like im fading

Into the scene

The one you reconize 

Was never me

Its the face i put on

To give the idea

Of strength, hope, and light

In the night

But my friends know this charade

This absolute mess

Of which ive made

Im always strong

And tipping the edge

Off the cliff

And down the chasm 

Look on up i see the schism

That i have left 

In the dark

By faking my strength

By losing my heart

From letting the darkness take control

And constantly keeping a face of stone

Even when i fall apart

I say im okay

I lie to my heart

Im breaking down

Piece by piece

Im on my last rope

Cutting the strings

Falling into the pit 

A pit we give a name

That we ignore like the rain

Except the rain isnt so clear

It dosnt shine far or near

Im grasping again for the rope

For a hand to just help me cope

With the dark 

Thats all-consuming

If you didnt know yet

Ill lay down the cards

Depression is winning

With a royal strait 

As its arrow through the heart.