Desperate hour of darkness,
Lingering at night.
Drowning in my sorrows,
Giving in without a fight.
Waters of anguish like tidal waves,
Permeate my soul.
To escape from the torture,
Someday is my goal.
Seething little moments,
Being tossed and turned.
Some may say it is as it should,
and I have lived and learned.
Lived and learned, that I have.
I've got the scars to prove.
All of them are hiding,
Not one, willing to move.
They are my very company.
They are my un-kind friend.
Depths that submerge too deep.
How will they ever mend?
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