Have you felt the darkness in the middle of the day?
Have you felt the brush of ghosts you just cant keep away?
Do you know your value or just wonder at your worth?
Do you wish for somewhere else other than this Earth?
Have you felt your weakness and hidden it inside?
Have you been so low that there is no form of pride?
Do you feel you stand alone and have nowhere left to go?
Do you sense there is no end to the depths of your own woe?
Have you lost the path and felt a falter in your stride?
Have you seen your dreams desert you to vanish as they've died?
Do you know this darkness of which I choose to tell?
Do you know the pain of it and the never ending hell?
Have you groped the dark for a hand you hope is there?
Have you fumbled in the dark for a ghost with time to care?
Do you know the emptiness of this unforgiving space?
Do you feel the staring eyes and so choose to hide your face?
Have you seen in shadow others as by random they pass through?
Have you cowered in the dark understanding they cant touch you?
Do you, as I do wish a light could reach you there?
Do you know the shape of light to bring an ending to despair?