Like oxygen the human body needs it
In order to survive; In order to exist.
It nourishes and sustains the part of us hidden away from the world - our souls.

Without hope our souls shrivel up and die
And leaves a dark hole inside of us,
Making us question our own existence.

Hush. . . no one must know
That I am at war with my own mind.
No one must know
That I am fighting a losing battle,
Stuck in a brain that wants me dead.

For how long I can keep it up
Only God knows.
But I will probably be dead
Before anyone even begins to wonder.
But hush. . . no one must know.

Lost and confused, he found a path.
He followed it like the yellow brick road
Looking to find the wizard of Oz
For his one and only wish - HAPPINESS.

Yet, the yellow brick road he followed
Only led him to a path of self-destruction;
Because along the way he discovered distractions
To numb the pain until he found the wizard.
Until he found happiness.

He found comfort in those distractions
Which quickly turned into addictions.
Now he is stuck ,
In the middle of that yellow brick road .

Because the distractions he discovered along the way
Were destroying his soul; one bottle of *****
And bag of **** at a time.

A part of him has given up on finding the wizard.
So he indulges in his own self-destruction; stuck on a path that was meant to save him. To save him from himself.

Loneliness.

It creeps in at night like a two-headed serpent,
Unwelcome and Unannounced.
Like a plague, it eats at you in order to make its presence known.

No prayers nor tears can chase it away because once it has you in its grip, it's impossible to escape.

So you search the world for love, the only cure you know to cure its poisonous bite.
But if one is not careful, even the so-called antidote that is love could be more dangerous than the loneliness that runs through your veins like disease.