Does it matter?

The night air closes around me,
Surrounding my thoughts and clouding my mind.
Buried deep inside my own grave,
With every step, falling behind.

Here I stand, Knife in hand,
with memories of what used to be.
Why must all of these bad thoughts,
Come screaming back to me.

One word, one smile,
And I'm shoved back to the ground.
Listen to the beating heart,
Of a crying girl who makes no sound.

Feel the pain of falling rain,
Feel the sorrow of the shining sun.
Deny the right of freedom to live,
Find the answers in a loaded gun.

Take the sorrow from my heart,
Give me day instead of night.
Show me meaning to this life,
And I'll continue through this fight.