I don't know how to explain the way I hurt anymore
The words I speak billow, drifting ash about
I write hollow words echoing broken, broken.
I crawl forward inch by inch, "one day, one more."
I don't have the energy to stand, to walk
And if I stop I'll be sure to die, inch by inch
My weary soul begging for peace
This isn't how it was supposed to be.

















