I need to feel,
even if it's pain.
To know I'm real,
to know I'm sane.
I can't decide,
what to do.
If I should hide,
or should I tell you?
The screaming voice,
telling me to stop.
Is the same old voice,
that tells me to not.
Thinking of the past,
is the only thing I have.
Remembering the pain,
the things lost,
the things gained.
Trying to forget,
everything I've seen.
Worrying about,
the love-hate stream.
One day I'm fine,
the next is a mess.
They say 'just give it time',
and you'll be better than the best.

Look at me,
look in my eyes.
See the shame,
know all the lies.
Question my thoughts,
and the things I've done.
All the things I have fought,
and the things I have won.
Know that the journey,
has just begun.

Words between the walls,
echoing out my name.
Reminding me of all,
the things that bring me shame.
I fight to fall asleep,
I try to clear my brain.
But then I start to weep,
when the walls call out my name.
I cover up my ears,
and start to sing real loud.
But to the words between the walls,
I'm easy to be found.
When the words seem to stop,
I slowly uncover my ears.
I open up my eyes,
and before me are all my fears.
My heart starts to race,
the world starts to spin.
I cover up my face,
and try to breathe again.
I argue with myself,
right inside my head.
The same old fight,
a different day instead.
I take a deep breath,
and try to clear my brain.
It doesn't really work,
nothing seems to change.
The words between the walls,
never truly fade.