What's Wrong ?

My dreams have vanished into the cold air

People are attempting to talk to me and I don't really care

I seek solitude in my anguish 

I don't want to bring anyone down

I'd rather be alone

Away from the crowd.

All these noises seep deep in my ill-brain 

You couldn't see from the outside how badly im deranged

They want to see me joyful and ask me "what's wrong?"

You'd think they know by now from all the prescriptions I'm on

I spend a few weeks this way

Severly depressed 

I look around me, the house is a mess

I think about my father and when he was alive 

I wish he was here and well 

I wish it was me who died.