My boredom takes me places
Far far away...

The gray stones are brittle
The shackles pull on my wrists...

Nobody loves me
Im all alone...

As the rope of my life is made
More knots I fear are forming...

When the black doves fly
the shadows grow as they pass by...

My life feels dried up and dead
What is the meaning of the life I have led...

Everything is night
The darkness silently grows...

Scribbles on a white paper
Scratches on a wall...

Daisies, violets,mums, and flowers
all beautiful and tall...

Pictures sitting on my shelf
of joyful times long past...

There is much more to me than you know
there is more than whats on the outside...

Why cant i cry
i feel the sadness welling up inside...