Every night, I sit in a corner
and recall all the events throughout the day long.
Once again trying to contemplate
where did I go wrong.
With loud music in my earphones on,
I try to communicate with my inside storm,
all in just one hope of a tear or two to fall.
Regretting how all my lies built and faced downfall,
I start to worry about what hazard next I am to cause.
Confused are my thoughts,
whether to trust again or not.
Seeing some important souls tremble,
my heart is again afraid and lost.
Tired with those thoughts,
I finally close my eyes and put everything to a hault.
Don't know if my problems are ever meant to be solved
but then I recollect how some families are still getting lost.
Letting the inside have a doze of another numb shot,
again at dawn,
I fall prey to the sleep like alcohol.