maybe the only way is writing
because then it's really mine
me i and none else except..
the pain just like a bloodline
a line none knows the cause of
looks like a road to nowhere
and i just don't seem to change
again let my body walk into a well
i wish to end up like Alice but no
still ending up in a certain hell

no existence of cloud nine
never giving me
no definition to determine
who i am inside

like giving a name to a tornado
everything we have to define
looking for a ******* sign
maybe the only way is writing
so many hours spent, tired of
forever waiting for a guideline
same tiresome fears here inside
and i just don't seem to change
giving till i'm giving to give, giving
then finally giving myself away..