Why do I try?
With lungs that cannot breathe,
Arms that cannot reach,
In a moment of pure chaos, I become fully aware of my inabilities.
Why do I cry?
My eyes, they cannot see,
I try to call for help,
But my throat doesn’t let me scream.
Why do I feel?
Floating along the stream,
I see the faces of all of the people that have ever meant anything to me,
I am unable to hear them,
With them, I cannot be.
Why do I think this is real?
With my senses broken, my heart on edge,
My brain is fully conscious; my soul does not lie,
I try to reach for them, I try to breathe, try to see, only to ask myself – why do I?
Apr 23, 2011
Apr 23, 2011 at 6:08 PM UTC
Why do I try?
With lungs that cannot breathe,
Arms that cannot reach,
In a moment of pure chaos, I become fully aware of my inabilities.
Why do I cry?
My eyes, they cannot see,
I try to call for help,
But my throat doesn’t let me scream.
Why do I feel?
Floating along the stream,
I see the faces of all of the people that have ever meant anything to me,
I am unable to hear them,
With them, I cannot be.
Why do I think this is real?
With my senses broken, my heart on edge,
My brain is fully conscious; my soul does not lie,
I try to reach for them, I try to breathe, try to see, only to ask myself – why do I?