Sitting Here In My Room,
Within An Unending Gloom,
All These Emotions,
I Try To Fend,
And I Ask Myself,
Is There Ever An End?
Not Even Able To Sleep,
In My Dreams, These Nightmares Creep.
I Wake Up Screaming,
Just To Find, I Was Dreaming.
But Why Then, Does It Feel So Real,
My Calm And Logic, It Seems To Steal.
My Lungs Hurt From The Lack Of Air,
And Yet, To These Emotions, I Hardly Care.
WHY CANT THIS ALL GO AWAY?
WHY DO THESE EMOTIONS HAVE TO STAY?
I'm Just Done Trying To Fight,
In This Most Terrible Night.
Sitting Here In My Room,
Within An Unending Gloom.
