I am just a human in this world of undying doubt.
My emotions run wild, while my eyes go through a drought.
My heart is being swayed, yanked, and torn in all directions.
“to be or not to be” it screams trying to make the right connections.

I could get on my knees to beg for forgiveness
Most people just pray for a cure for my kind of sickness.
The poison in the veins of the city and state
Is taking control at an extremely high rate.

Though my screams come out silent
And my lunges make me still.
I’m paralyzed in a world that’s making its people ill.
The land isn’t the problem, nor are the streets, city lights and town.

But it’s the people among
Who are putting souls in the ground.