The Fight

Is there a reason for all the things we tend to do?
Is there a purpose still lingering for me and you?

It feels like something has taken my eyes so I cant see
Blinded by the same hate and pain that truely made me

I try to swim to the surface in these concrete shoes
But the weight pulls me under until I'm just old news

And I watch as the world goes on and on without a care
I wonder, if I wanted to die one day, would I dare?

People tell me that they need me but never really do
Instead they just abuse me until Im black and blue

It feels like my heart has been ripped out and left a hole
I still go on, but now im so empty without my only soul

So I walk around like the rest, a living zombie
Left to die under the weight of this painful memory

And I'd give anything to start over with a new light
Anything to erase the pain I feel from this recent fight