nobody knows my sorrow
no one but myself creates it
i lay awake for a better tomorrow
once it comes, i try and replace it
i've been to comfortably numb
when awake, it's like i escaped it
every night i retreat and succomb
every morning, i wake up and face it
what i'm afraid of is there
always, that's why i'm so anxious
cold sweats, and kisses that care
tolerance, and shortage of patience
appearing untroubled by fear
but that is only my dayshift
at night, i shed more than tears
i shed all that i'm to be faced with
it's been hot not sitting in shade
all i've got is literally aimless
so sick of not passing the grade
so sick of the struggle to make it
where is this perfection i seek?
what is the direction i've taken?
the search has made my heart weak
and fragility made my soul vacant
all i have is what's here before me
all i have is what i share shame with
it's all i have, yet it ignores me
because all i am is nothing but wasted