Quicksand.

Mom is in the kitchen, and Dad can't be found.

My brothers on the grass, and my sisters in the clouds.

I can't find my car keys, and today has just begun.

I need to start all over, I already carry a ton.

My shoulders are wearing out, and my head can only take so much.

I used to escape my demons, with a needle and a dutch.

I escaped hell once, I'm not trying to go back.

But, sometimes the only things I can see, is everything that I lack.