The storm overthrew my life.
And now I’m left wanting to feel the blade of the knife.
A once calming hue has turned black.
And I’m stuck wanting to gain what I lack.
They tell me I’m sick but I can’t see it.
Things are so dreary I can’t even believe it.
So as I try to find some hope, I’ll try not to succumb to the rope.
And maybe try to let go.