My conscious is heavy
My shoulders are slumped
When I see my family
My throat gets a lump
I want to run
Want to hide
Want anything other than to be alive
Stuck in this cycle
Gone completely insane
Wanting things different
Without Wanting to change
The shackles I bear
Are shackles of shame
Their chains are heavy
They cause me great pain
The battle I'm fighting
Been fighting for years
All out of fight
And all out of tears
Tired of fighting, getting nowhere
All cried out
Filled with fear
Time to put down my armor
Let my guard down
Time to start over
Since no ones around
Pushed 'em all away
While I rot and decay
Want them to leave
But want them to stay
Why God?
Am I this way?