I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not

maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it

He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life

Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be

A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and

fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take

i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say

How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past