Nowhere

There comes a time in life when I’m not so sure why I choose to keep living in this type of world. Get up in the morning, don’t even ask why. But when I do I just tell myself a lie.

I’m nowhere to be known and nowhere to be seen. And no one can hear me every time that I scream. I have nowhere to go. There’s nowhere I haven’t been. I feel like no one with a whole life of sin.

All this stress I can’t maintain; I can’t hold it all beneath. I must have room to breathe and room to speak. I don’t know why it has to be me chosen to live like this for all of eternity.

I don’t think you know just what you do when you break my heart and smash it in two. Heartbreaks aren’t the same anymore. I’ll never live the same; that’s for sure.

©1996