At the end of the tunnel, I see the light,
It’s always darkest before the dawn.
I now have hope that one day I might,
Stop wondering why I’m always alone.

I hear a voice inside my head,
It’s my inner voice with which I am led.
It’s in a hurry, saying I should continuously feel sorry,
Because my own burden, alone will I have to carry.

I had tried to fight it; I had tried to scream,
I had tried to wake up from this everlasting dream,
A dream where my own soul was imprisoned, cuffed and chained,
A dream where I was, continuously, being pained.

But I finally woke up, a second chance, to newly begin,
If I don’t like the outside, I can always take a look within.

How can I express what I don’t yet know?
How can I talk, when their language I don’t speak?
How can I show the real me that hides below
When opening up to them, is only a sign that I’m weak?

How can I dream, how can I sleep
How can I breathe, how can I live?
They all have eyes but they’re too blind to see
How can I stand up for what I believe?

How can I smile if I’m not happy?
How can I tell a joke if I’m not funny?
Some are born lucky, but I was just lucky to be born
And now my whole life is written on a single sheet,
Ready to be torn.

How can I say goodbye if I didn’t even greet
How can I live when it feels like I died?
It’s hard to get up after yet another defeat
So since I can’t shade a tear, internally I will cry.

Have you ever felt lonely in the middle of a crowd
Or stay quiet, but wanting to speak out loud?
Have you ever felt like you just needed a break
Or hope that one day, from this nightmare you will finally wake?

Have you ever felt that you have so much potential
But don’t believe you can make it, that you’re that special?
Have you had, with someone, an awesome conversation
But then later realize that it was just a product of your imagination?

Have you ever felt like you needed someone to talk to
In order to diminish the giant void inside you?
Have you ever wished you never came out of your mother’s womb
Or wonder if someday, anyone will bother to come visit your tomb?

But that doesn’t mean you’re alone and will forever be
Because there is more to life than just misery.
You might have felt pain, fear and suffering,
But the greatest pain of all is simply not feeling.

So don’t be afraid, share your story
Lend a hand for other people to hold.
Due to your story, a lighter burden someone may carry,
And that, my friend, is worth all the worldly gold.