• With each passing day the climb grows steeper,
    And with each strained step fatigue strikes deeper.
    I've lost my wit on this wretched journey
    And with it departed my ability to see.

    No longer can I depict what should be done,
    And with this realization I've lost all fun.
    I can't seem to choose the best route to take.
    Can no longer differentiate between real and fake.

    So I busy my hands with petty little jobs
    To try and maintain what dignity ignorance robs.
    Again I'm weighed down by unfair binds
    And my vision obscured by my own heart's blinds.

    I've pondered for days to which path I should adhere,
    But no matter where I look, they all lead away from here,
    Or into the arms of someone I love, and on with destiny.
    The only problem is falling into someone that will catch me.

    Stuck in this town so barren of romance
    I find myself saying I haven't a chance
    At finding true love from somebody close,
    So I find myself bitter, complacent and morose.

    Every time I try to find common ground
    Some tragedy flies in and spins my world around
    Confusing my thoughts, my emotions and lust.
    At some point I know my barriers will bust.

    I try to be strong, for myself and for others,
    But loneliness riddles my sleep with violent shudders.
    Until I can rest my head on somebody real
    I'll continue to bear this pain that I feel.

    I'll take every throb with my head held high,
    But my outward shell is a blatant lie.
    Masking the torment that I hold in my chest
    Every night making me feel more depressed.