this endless race
to make something of myself,
to escape from this place.
Tonight, it's raining,
the world is so dark.
the pain is so heavy,
i can barely walk.
images so frightning
I can barely describe.
I walk through this life
wondering if I'll survive.
I can't hid this pain,
no longer hold it within.
A life full of misery,
where do I begin
to describe what I feel
to the ones I love?
The only thing I know
is that I've had enough.
I simply cannot continue
to live out my life
if it's filled with nothing
but sorrow and strife.
but I also cannot do
the one thing I know
would bring to an end
this constant sorrow
I simply must go on,
tortured within my soul;
I must continue living
a life without control.
But then what kind of life
would that be in the end?
all that I ask of God
is that He simply send
to me just a sign,
something so I will know
what I should do in life,
in which direction I should go.
But it seems He will not answer,
nor give me such a sign,
and I then think to myself
"Such a fragile thing is life.
and so quickly taken away."
The night is cold and dark,
and I am so afraid.
of what I could do,
or of what could be done.
It could so quickly dissapate
like the setting of the sun.
I would say goodbye
to all those I hold dear,
and simply hope that they
never know this kind of fear.
But this I cannot do,
to forsake the ones I love.
To take away my pain
in spilling my own blood.
I grow weary evermore
hoping this answer to find,
while I struggle and fight
for control of my mind.
As I go on living
from dreaded day to day,
simply hoping for peace
to come somehow, some way.
Because I wake up with
the sense of drowning from within;
this is how my day will be
before it even begins.
So it is with my life,
a drowning pool of sorrow.
But I simply hold on to
my hopes for tomorrow.
Hopes that it will be
somewhat better than today,
maybe I'll find peace
maybe I'll find a way
to end this dread and pain,
this wretched suffering.
So I'll wait out the storm
and see what tomorrow brings.