Do you ever just sit in the corner of the room 

And stare straight ahead?

Like you’re depressed and you want to cry

But you can’t and you don’t know why?

Like you’re caught on a line between giving up

And seeing how much more you can take?

Like you smile, even under this sorrow

Causing you to break?

Like you’re all alone

Even with your friends right there?

Like you feel all this empathy but you can’t seem to care?

Like every day you just wish to be repaired?

Like you’re tired all the time

Even after sleeping in?

Like every day you scream

Wishing you didn’t have to pretend?

Like you know your time will come

But you don’t know where or when?

Like every day you find yourself

Praying for the end?

Do you ever get tired

Of living in this broken world?

This broken life?

Like you put on a happy mask

Even when you want to cry?

Like you act like nothing happened

After all the tears have dried?

Like you try your hardest to live

But you don’t want to survive?

Do you ever wish 

That you were perfect?

Do you ever wish 

That things were different?

Do you ever even wish?