There's something inside me that just won't go to sleep.
There's something pulling at me that I don't want to keep.
The disease of self has taken its toll.
I'm blinded by it's darkness,
it suffocates my soul.
It seems that no matter how hard I fight,
I can never do one thing right.
While I refuse to give in to this crushing despair
and refuse to ask why life is not fair.
I try and cling to a sense of hope,
push farther on faith,
and learn how to cope.
Sometimes life deals us a hard hand,
because there's something more we need to understand.
More than meaning, more than life.
Learning to conquer our depression and strife.
When life gets hard
it becomes too easy
to put up that guard.
And that is when we need others the most.
Instead of becoming a reclusive ghost.
Sometimes the good fight is staying alive,
and doing all you can just to survive,
for your family and friends
never leaving untied ends.
