I'm looking for answers I can’t seem to find,
Like a roadblock or obstacle I can’t climb.
Do I move backwards or find a different street?
Can I ever get around it, or is this my defeat?
Another night passes with wounds that won’t heal,
No touch, no voice, the darkness is all I can feel.
Wishing I could lie,
I just really want to die.
The selfish act would wound my family,
But it would take this pain from me,
It would set my troubled soul free.
The internal infection spreads rapidly through my veins,
My pain filling the skies with darkness and rain.
And I carry on through my day,
Hoping to feel good again, in any sort of way.