The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.

Questions

The tears flow,

And I no longer know,

Know what is beyond my mind.

For bliss I cannot find.

What is there to life?

All I know is that there is strife.

What is waiting for me?

What will my future be?

The tears flow,

And I no longer know,

Know what is beyond my mind,

For bliss I cannot find.

Where is this peace?

What is my release?

I’m trying to understand.

How to walk this broken land..

Will I stumble and fall?

What will I have to haul?

The tears flow,

And I no longer know,

Know what is beyond my mind.

For bliss I cannot find.

Where is this peace?

What is my release?

I feel as if I am dying within.

Why must I always sin?

When will all this pain end?

Will my brain ever come to mend?

Is there something that will turn off my brain?

Is there something that will make me sane?

The tears flow,

And I no longer know,

Know what is beyond my mind,

For bliss I cannot find.

Where is this peace?

What is my release?

I feel as if I am dying within.

Why must I always sin?

I can only sing a broken praise,

I can braely think within my daze.

When the sun rises every morn’

I wish I had never been born.

Because this pain I feel,

I can no longer conceal.

The tears flow,

And I no longer know,

Know what is beyond my mind,

For bliss I cannot find.

Where is this peace?

What is my release?

I feel as if I am dying within.

Why must I always sin?

I can only sing a broken praise,

I can barely think within my daze.

Why do I feel so used?

Why do I feel oh so abused?

I can feel my mind wearing thin,

I can feel the pull begin.

My emotions continue to roar,

What is the root? What is the core?

The tears flow,

And I no longer know,

Know what is beyond my mind,

For bliss I cannot find.

Where is this peace?

What is my release?

I feel as if I am dying within.

Why must I always sin?

I can only sing a broken praise,

I can barely think within my daze.

Why do I feel so used?

Why do I feel oh so abused?

Five, twenty, thirty scars,

These marks feel like bars.

And through our darkness there is one voice,

Do we listen, or turn, that is our choice.

Do I really want to be set free?

Or do I want these struggles to always be?

The tears flow,

And I no longer know,

Know what is beyond my mind,

For bliss I cannot find.

Where is this peace?

What is my release?

I feel as if I am dying within.

Why must I always sin?

I can only sing a broken praise,

I can barely think within my daze.

Why do I feel used?

Why do I feel oh so abused?

Five, twenty, thirty scars,

These marks feel like bars.

Some are red, and others white,

Is there any light?

By the sharpness of a knife,

I try to forget what happened in my life.

The tears flow,

And I no longer know

Know what is beyond my mind,

For bliss I cannot find.

What is this peace?

What is my release?

I feel as if I am dying within.

Why must I always sin?

I can only sing a broken praise.

I can barely think within my daze.

Why do I feel used?

Why do I feel oh so abused?

Five, twenty, thirty scar,

These marks feel like bars.

When will it happen? When will I break?

Will my tears create a lake?

I can no longer fight.

I can find no more light.

I am to be forever broken.

And these thoughts shall remain unspoken.