Running through my mind screaming through the void 

No one can hear me scream but I can still hear the void 

It’s always laughing at me making my memories my most hated moments 

Crashing through the sadness of a life that was better before this 

My mind crashing through layer after layer of happy moments  

Moments squandered 

Moments in disrepair 

Living through moment to moment wishing my mind would stop 

Stop with the madness 

Everything is crazy 

Everything is nuts 

All I see is red and pain all throughout my thoughts 

Those happy moments fleeting  

Right at the edge of my grasp 

Only to miss the things that were passed 

I wake up only to find that my mind wasn’t sleeping 

Just alone in my thoughts  

Forever thinking of the times that were lost 

Finding the moments when I smiled while too busy crying 

Now I find myself writing 

Writing the moments of pain  

Maybe it’s my way of coping 

Maybe it’s my way of living through the pain 

I will live with this pain for as long it will have me  

Because the pain is a reminder of things that could have been 

The things that could have been 

Seeing red through the skies 

Seeing red through my eyes 

Am I dreaming again or am I just mad inside 

Daydreaming again as those are the only times I can find peace 

Like purgatory 

Living moment to moment stuck on repeat 

I’m not Assface or something of that nature 

But always caring soul feeling my life stuck on repeat 

Trying not to cry 

Trying not to plead 

But I find my soul, down on bended knee 

Pleading with the darkness 

Pleading with the grief 

Please let me find peace in my thoughts  

Please let me find peace 

The noise forever in my head 

The noise forever in my bed 

Sleep finds me eventually 

But I don’t remember those moments 

Only that I’m sure I didn’t sleep 

Wake up tormented 

Wake up barely in sync 

The light shining through the windows telling me to get up 

I pull the covers over my head to dwell in the darkness 

Sadness finds me again giving me that comfortable grip 

The grip around my neck as it chokes me be back into a pit 

Reminding me that I used to be happy 

Reminding me that I am a product of my own despair