Frustration

So damn depressed, feeling low,
Can't concentrate, nowhere to go,
Can't seem to find a piece of mind,
Can't let go and can't unwind.

I want some solitude, some space,
Room to wear my bravest face,
I'm sick of feeling empty, dead,
Sick of fearing what's ahead.

Truth be told, I'm fucking scared,
I've always been so unprepared,
I want to curl up, shut my eyes,
And silence everyone with lies,

I'll say I'm fine, though that's not true,
I'll pretend the problem's me, not you,
I will dream of better days,
And wait to see it you will stay.