A Rose With Thorns

I'm afraid of these apparitions, Getting in the way of my aspirations. I know I need them here, But staying here talking is my biggest fear. What if I go nowhere? Like a flower that never blooms, Hiding and talking to the moon.. What if I never come out, Of this hole I dug for myself? But I just can't enough.. You know that I love, To hear your voice. It's almost like a drug. I sit and wait, For a day that never comes. When will I get up, From this place I sit in daily, I just thought that maybe.. I would be somewhere by now. I know you tell me to find my cloud, That one day my day will come. I don't mean to have doubts, I just feel so alone, I feel so lost. I feel so sprung up on what I've done, And the things that I haven't. My life has been tragic. Recovery is a rose with thorns, It hurts to grab it, my skin has been torn. But now that I have it I can't let go, No matter how hard it is to hold.