8 years ago my dad died And today I still sit here and ask myself why What did I do to deserve this punishment Who took hold of my life, and filled it with excrement? 6 months later almost passed away Diagnosed with diabetes, learned how to deal with it each day Now its pushing me down, leaving me feeling gray And I'm hurting inside, but I'll just hide it anyways Yeah I never learned the way others really did Guess growing up without a father ain't no way for a kid Now I'm stuck inside a hole feeling like I've done wrong And my only simple solace is the words in this song Because the sweat on my back doesn't mean that its over And this pain that I carry is the burden on my shoulders I ain't talking about quitting or just keeling over Because I'm fighting with my all, I'm an emotional soldier. 8 years later and not much has changed 11 visits to the hospital and I'm the one to blame Blood draws every other hour, and an insulin drip thinking to myself, why am I still in this ****? 3 years in and my depression is crippling Hours spent self loathing, when I should have been healing Now I'm sitting in bed, listenin' to myself talk And my head is hung low, buried inside my thoughts Because the sweat on my back doesn't mean that its over And this pain that I carry is the burden on my shoulders I ain't talking about quitting or just keeling over Because I'm fighting with my all, I'm an emotional soldier Almost 20 years old, still naΓ―ve in my youth, Can't deal with my pain, refuse to swallow the truth Yeah I'm pushing and fighting with all of my might But its hard to deal with dark, when you're searchin' for the light.
This is kind of a song, but I never really put it to music.