Bed-Ridden
Stuck to the bed
Because I see no point in getting out.
I put my life on these lines
Without a second doubt.
Stream in front of crickets and
I look for love and forgiveness.
You witness the fall of Rome every time
I leave my home.
Dead-end job, imprisoned to my mission
When no one will give me a chance,
Meaning they don't listen.
In these classes, it gets harder to
Pay attention.
It gets harder doing this work.
I see no point in practicing penmanship.
I see no point in living.
I just want to sleep...
Sleep..
Sleep..until I wake up in Heaven,
Away from the lies
That told me I wasn't good enough
When I was overqualified.
These aren't teardrops...
This is rain running down my face
Because every day, I'm in the
Storm that tests my misery.
Speak to God with no response,
But I know He hears me.
I'm just weary.
Because I see no point in continuing on.
I really don't feel like moving,
But I know I have to.