i can see myelf through my own eyes
a shadow cast in dimming light
a mirror reflecting back at me
and i don't like what i see
pain induced and sleep deprived
this is no way to live this life
i shuffle through the day to day
lost and trying to find my way
as i slip and sometimes fall
wondering if it's worth it all
the things in life i hold most dear
are infact what keeps me here
with no self love to hold on to
i wake each day and suffer through
it is not for me for which i fight
the pain and sorrow of this life
but for the ones who think im sane
i must appear to be ok
they have to know that somethings wrong
been in this muck for way too long
but if they knew the thoughts i think
the dread i feel controling me
the endless dark devoid of light
the daily stuggle and constant fight
how would they react to read my thoughts
and really know what was going on
would they help or let me be
to fight this fight inside of me
i try and try to fight this fight
while all the while in search of light
from day to day i never know
if the light is going to show
all i know is there has to be
some way out of this for me
the temptations of a broken man
not to fall by my own hand
still sane enough to realize
and strong enough to stand and fight
but in my worn and weakend state
how much more before i break
to my eyes the darkness spills
and to this thread i hold on still
what i know is im still here
because of what i hold most dear