I am living a parrallel life, viewing myself beside,
Feelings, thoughts, emotions, that me, I have to hide.
You see me day by day, working, smiling, talking,
I cannot see how the parrallel me is even barley walking.
A sickness so invisible, it does not bare belief,
But deep inside the parallel me, I'm washed and full of grief.
I view this broken parallel me, and judge him on his smile,
But deep inside he cannot cope, a man that's in denial.
This sadness eats so Intensely deep, it makes me physically sick, The parallel me is a candle, burning down the wick.
One day I see the parallel me, will burn right to the end, a burned out candle of the soul, of which I cannot mend.
No one sees this parallel me, hes invisible like a ghost, slowly being consumed inside, like land upon the coast.
I will live this life of consuming darkness, live it to the end, a parrallel me must carry on as me they all depend.