The street where I dwell

I walk down a street not known by many

For here is a place where the street lamps aren't lit

The light seemingly in the distance only grows further

 

It seems as though each time I land on this road a new crack has emerged

The attempts to patch the broken promises and rage that constantly rack my soul prove useless

You left me here to fight for myself

 

Others drive by to offer refuge from that damaged street

As we drive the light almost clings to my grasp

Until the inevitable crash which leaves glass shards throughout my body

 

The blood washes off and the pain subsides

However the scars you left me never seem to fade

For I still walk this lonely street

 

Should I keep hanging on?

Will I make up for the lost sleep?

Does this pursuit for peace have a finish line?

 

Each ride, each scar, each crack in the road

They all offer resources to create the armor of my own making

The armor in which I hide my emotions

 

By the time my armor is complete, it is too late

The wounds you have inflicted have sliced me to the core

Leaving me bruised and unrecognizable

 

Now I fight for myself

My pursuit for another escape has ceased

Now I let the cars pass by

 

I walk down a street not known by many

For here is a place where the street lamps aren't lit

The light seemingly in the distance only grows further

 

It seems as though each time I land on this road a new crack has emerged

The attempts to patch the broken promises and rage that constantly rack my soul prove useless

You left me here to fight for myself