What is this pain?
This pain of living
This pain of being inside my brain.
Is this what life is all about?
Is this what I was meant to be;
to bear inside my skull?
This pain does not define me,
Though it strives to chip at and refine me.
I don't want to be refined by pain.
Glued to my bed
Listening to the ongoing chatter in my head
Of who I have to be
And what I have to carry.
Can anyone rescue?
Does anyone care?
Is anybody out there?
Can anybody rescue me?
I'm empty on the inside.
Distractions only damage me.
Screaming, anybody out there?
Can anybody rescue me?
I'm not a picture in the movies
I'm not some pixel on tv.
Is there anybody out there,
Who could stoop so low to carry me?
Is there anybody out there?
Somewhere in the galaxies?
Who could bear this weight?
Who could fight this pain?
There's an overhanging storm cloud.
No rain.
What's it like to see the sky shatter into pieces
as lightning traces lines,
And thunder makes you feel it?
Can you bottle up emptiness?
Can you wipe away the rain?
Is there any sense in crying?
Am I ever gonna see it break?
Is there anybody out there?
Standing over my snoring form?
Is there anybody out there?
