Your Own Kind Of Peace
Depend on antidepressants and hope they cure you
Earbuds in and block out the noise
Pain beyond imagine kept bottled up
Reassure the concerned with words like Iโm fine
Emerge from your room when only necessary
Stuck in your mind, your own kind of asylum
Scarcely get by on the daily
Ineffective pills are now a normal
Only bringing darkness and ill intents
Numb, no tears, no pain, nothing
Keep your intentions hidden with a mask
Immense pain will be no more
Life and death is in your hands
Letting yourself choose is your own independence
So you choose death, creating your own kind of peace
