Alone
Seven o'clock in the morning,
afraid to open my eyes.
Another day of grief,
a day of fear.
I feel so alone.
I try to justify all the pain,
all the guilt before my eyes.
Another day of confusion,
a day of wondering,
Is it ever gonna go away,?
all this pain I feel,
all this anger
Is it all gonna stay?
One o'clock in the morning,
afraid of the nightmares.
So I sit here,
again my breathing stops,
all I can do is stare into the night.
What is the cause of this feeling?
Another night of tears,
a night of hiding,
alone once again.
My heart feels empty.
I can't cry another tear.
Another day wasted on insecurity,
a day of wonder,
Is this ever gonna end?
Copyright © Skye Stoddart | Year Posted 2006
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