How much I feel inside today is painful to mention.
Naughty again sitting in detention.
This medication doesn't help how I feel.
Is there anything that will allow me to heal.
I'm in danger every minute of my pitiful life.
Looking once again to get ahold of a knife.
I'm going crazy and I don't know what to do.
To feel better I fantasize about you.
But your already dead and gone.
And we continue life as nothing is wrong.
Sin emerges out of nowhere like an earthquake.
There's not much more of this I can take.
So far from reality everyone is gone again.
I can't even rely on a single friend.
But in the end I think it will be ok.
Every night I sleep I pray again for a better day.
Will it come? No one knows.
I guess we wait for spring rain to drip from the rose.