Sometimes it’s dark, so heavy and black,
The sun has gone, – in its place – just a dirty old rat, gnawing at your soul and tearing it to shreds, all in an attempt to make you feel dead…
I don’t understand, not all makes sense, like a light in the night it’s not clear alright…
The burdens pressure me to be normal but I struggle,
to get on my feet in the middle of this murky puddle,
my thoughts running crazy, so wild so dark, and if I’m not careful, they’ll tear me apart,
Tear me apart, right down down down, tear me apart, to the depths of my heart…
Like a piece of art – I’m fragile within, scarred in a moment of weakness, no!!! – not sin.
Feeling so judged and misunderstood… when all I have done is just what I could, to try to get by, to stay alive and survive, in the middle of the night, with tears in my eyes.
Sometimes there’s no kindness to be found, and actually, quite frankly, it gets me really really down, and when I’m down, and there’s no one around, who sees my soul and helps me feel whole, I can shatter from within.
Like a shard of glass, I fall apart, I feel so downcast, especially without my protective mask.
I feel so stuck and so down on my luck.
Though I try to wrap myself in soft grass and cotton, I am passed by like I’ve been forgotten.
I feel so blue, yes it’s true, I do, and at times, even you, can’t make me brand new…
But still, I ask, if it’s not too big a task, it might be in vain, but I’ll ask just in case it can help ease my disdain, and it may help to take away my pain…
please come and take me by the hand, please lead me to the promised land, where I am dazzling and spirited and wild and free, with joy and peace to just be me…
I don’t know if you hear me, I don’t know if you care, it’s pretty rare that it feels like you’re there.