The sun stopped shining so long ago,
the joy in my heart died so many years ago.
A shell without the joy of a soul.
Mourning, crying, hurting, aching, screaming.
I'm so dead inside.
My thoughts are eating my soul away.
My thoughts never leaving me alone.
I want rest.
I don't want to think.
I want rest.
I want relief.
I want to feel peace.