Why cry for help,

when no one will listen?

How do you fight,

when the battle's within?

A hand reaching for a needle,

to repair what has tore.

Music is the only way,

I feel anything anymore.

A covering veil,

that swallows you whole.

a shroud of pain,

darker than coal.

But day cannot exist

without the night.

one day they will see

that I shine bright.