Is there a day I don't want to die?
My spirits are low as the days pass by.
Is there a day that I don't cry?
I wish I could express the reasons why.
My heart stays numb;
My eyes stay damp.
Treacherous memories I cannot exempt!
I see the wold in black and white.
A constant struggle in my conciousness
That I have yet to win the fight.
A black crow perches on his feeder staring me in the face.
How I long to be free and live life at his pace!
An ancient, stone church can describe how I feel.
Stable and lost;
Alone and blank;
My days are clouded with solitude.
The nights are are worse to compare.
I dream of the day when my life will feel complete
But I am not entirely sure if I will ever make it there.