My whole life was lived in the shadows,
Shadows I call the unknown,
I always used to blame people for my misery,
But the only enemy was my inner me,
I often walked in the dark hoping to find my light,
My whole life was lived in the shadows
Shadows I call the unknown.
Happiness the envy of others like a cold winter’s day begging for summer,
Always trying to please people,
Tho damaging myself no one ever stopped to wonder,
My whole life was lived in the shadows,
Shadows I call the unknown.
Depression is war, a battle against itself,
Depression is a killer who murdered the girl I used to be,
At night as I lay my head and often dream of what could be,
Dreaming of happiness hoping to set my sad soul free,
My whole life was lived in the shadows,
Shadows I call the unknown.
The fear of not being liked by others was brought about when I was young,
Fear of looking in the mirror and hearing that sound, “you have to look your best or no one will be proud of me”
My whole life was lived in the shadows, shadows I call the unknown.
I am still learning to love my self,
Constantly fighting a fight to let go of the girl I used to be,
Tear down the mean words ever said to me,
and become the beautiful butterfly I am meant to be,
Time to step out of the shadows,
Shadows I once called the unknown.
Sjakira Webster
