I'm sick of crying out
To a cold and silent world
Even if they hear
There's nothing can be done.
No relief, no cure, no hope,
So why plead and wail?
If no-one can understand
The language of pain?
Instead, I want to start crying inward
I want to ask why
My body hates my existence
And why all I have are questions.
Like what it takes
To destroy your vessel
Is it some kind of
Unknown holy war?
I cry in to my spark of life
Asking where it has gone
And why has it
Left me behind?
