It really is dark in here, 
the lights are on but
my lights are out
my lights are.

It's dark in here;
the world is laughing,
out there are families and friends
in here is me, and my depressed body

No hands can hold mine now
my body is too cold to
be held by another,
my hands are.

Welcome to to my Nightmare
I seem to forget that it's all but a dream
Yet as I wake - I can still see no light out here
and my befuddled mouth wanders, is this a daymare.