There is nowhere left to run

I don’t want to impose on anyone

Besides no one can really understand

Marching to my own beat; me a one-man-band

My mind is dark and maybe sick

I don’t even know what makes me tick

I’m so rundown; oh, I’m beyond tired

Nothing sleep can solve, it’s how my brain is wired

At night my dreams become nightmares

Things I cannot speak of, plus no one really cares

It is true?  Is there really no peace

I’m stuck in hell, no pending date of release

Is this why my head and chest are heavy with pain

All my crying and screaming are done in vain

Maybe I do deserve this what seem like a curse

After all, my own father told me I am the worst….


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