Hope goes out the window to run for the sun,
It's sinking into the ground so far away,
So it's around this time when I find my hands becoming cold,
Then my head being strung onto the curtains,
The sense of control is gone from my grasp,
My eyes are permanently shut as I curl into my bed,
I asked the Lord for perseverance again,
Then I remember I don't believe and He'll never answer my calls,
So I grab the hidden razors and slit my eyes open,
I can see the nightmares walking around telling and stalling my planned death,
But nothing seems right as the rain falls into my room.
I cry out, please, help me.
I shout out my words, help me.
I scream my sentences, help me.