Sometimes I just wish I could run away and hide. No matter where I go though, these feelings stay inside.
How can I stay here and live each day a lie, When all I want to do is close my eyes and die?
I no longer want to see the light, the light that traps me, conceals me, hurts me.
The light which everyday consumes me.
Why does this have to go on?
I can’t keep going.
Just heartache and misery. And nothing and no one could correlate. I speak but inside it it’s ruefully beating- the heart is voluble.
I can’t keep going.