Weep - American Standards

I am the ghost

Haunts of the past

Confined to thoughts

Of lost happiness

I have been dragged deeper

Into the void

Will this end

This grief Inside for what I once held

Time must change

Reaching for more from the bottom I dwell

All I hope

That this emptiness will soon pass

Happiness

A feeling of purpose I pray I can grasp

Reborn

Revive

I fight for

A new life

All I wanted

Was to know of a purpose to feel like I belong

But knowing there was no support from you for so long

You linger

In the empty space inside my mind

All I want

Fight to distort what’s engraved in my eyes

Solitude

A constant companion all to familiar

I reach out

Being dragged deeper into the void

I struggle

I struggle

I struggle

I struggle

Every time I feel like I’m making progress

There’s always a constant reminder

That dims the light

That shuts a door

That puts more weight on these shoulders

I’m left crawling through life

Hoping to reach a place of contentment

But I’m lost