This is the hell I see
When I close my eyes.
A reflection of what's inside.
I need an escape.
Something to help me go
to a world I would never know.
Where is this good life?
Where is my reward for the shit
I shoveled while trapped in my pit?
When do I get the medal
Ceremonially pinned to my shirt
for clearing away all of the debris and dirt.
Alas, I have found
there is no prize
for keeping this hell inside
It's my curse to bear
All the torment - the torture
The lies - the hate,
is my pain - My suffering.
My prize is my fate.