Finding Hope In The Perilous Night
Day by day
I look in anguish
Just to hear them say
There is nothing wrong
Be grateful for what you have
Stop listening to that sad song
One question will always remain
what is the point to life?
It drives me insane
Voices in My Head
Telling me about the times I wasn't good enough
Evertime I lay in bed
Repression was my only tool
Try, and try I would
But all it did was make me a fool
I stand there encircled in the pains of my past
Creating self inflicted wounds
Could I cover it with a cast?
Could I cover It with a fake smile
What about a sense of humour
But it only lasted a while
I try, and try, but nothing works
I try everything to fill the void
No matter what, it still hurts
The memories, the past
The regrets of my self-distructive engima
The light, when will it come at last?
I ask, when will the wretched voices in my head vanguish
When will a hero come to take me out of the melancholic abyss
Waiting inaction in anguish
Day by day
I wait for someone to save the day
Then I heard a voice say
Only you can set yourself free
At that moment I realized
That the chains had been made by me
My own suffering, my own destruction
Had been caused by my mind
Only then, did I have reconstruction
I'm finally set free
By no means was it easy
Unlike Abc's, and one, two, three
But now that I have Have a new perspective
I have realized my true potential
No longer will the lies in my head be effective
What I know now that I didn't know then
Was that if I let go off the past, just forgive myself
I would then find my zen
It is hard
I fight day after day
But I have surely gotten far, as I let the pain discard.
The moral of the story is
If you want to set yourself free from the abyss
Than self-forgiveness, and gratitude is bliss