Dead Until Dark

I try so hard to find the light
But there's a blackout in my mind
Every day starts and ends the same
I'm getting sick of the repetition

The shards of glass stuck in my heart
Are aching, with every beat it gets worse
I try to rip them out and they dig in deeper
I'm getting sick of this fruitless life
It's made up solely of suffering

I'm pinned down, the hooks embedded in my skin
Keeping me down on the ground
I'm being stepped on, like putrid meat
All of my strength is gone
It was wasted in my feeble attempts to rise again
Blood, brusises and eyes clouded with tears
This is my place in the world
Down on the ground;
Drowning in my pain