Black river way,
Drowning today,
They're pulling me under,
Cant hear the thunder.

The storms mimicked the fight,
Lightning providing light,
Dark clouds used to always give warning...
Will you be mourning?

No more fight to give,
Cant find any reason to live.
The signs are here.
Made perfectly clear.

No one offered a hand,
Just more demands,
No one has stepped in to say,
"Hey, are you okay??"

But it would be just one more lie off the lips,
And one more scar on the hips,
But enough to pull me under.
Just for the demons hunger.