I can’t fight all the injustice in the world
I sit here screaming into a pillow
With a thousand tears spilled
How can there be people who want to rape a six week old girl
Front page news
It makes me ill
A part of my soul was killed
What sickness spreads through the masses?
Like a paralysing fog
It turns us all into passive fascists
Or rabies infested dogs
Doom hangs around us like a bog
I never want to leave my room
I can’t not feel all the pain
I give and I give
But there’s no gain
When things take a wrong turn
I am underneath it all
And I burn in hell
I can’t fight the feeling
Or the fear anymore
What are we doing?
Why are we here?
It’s ugly and messy
And full to the brim with tears
And screams
I thought we arrived to go forth and chase our dreams
But it isn’t all sunshine and smiles
In fact, come to think of it
I haven’t seen any of that
for miles
It’s a desert, a grave yard, a place where you are forced to watch your dreams wither and die
A dark joke, where you don’t want to understand the punch line
A sucker punch to the gut when you least expect it
Breathe your first breath and you’ll grow to regret it
It’s one question
Over and over
A strangled suggestion
We keep guessing
Why
WHY
Why
Is it too late for us to all give it another try?
I’d rather say goodbye
Then fight a fixed war
Scream into a pillow
My heart is grated and raw