It's the Abyss
And that which fills It.
Some days I'm looking in to
It.
Some days I'm looking up from deep inside of It.
Sometimes I can feel refreshing rain
Falling
From somewhere above me
But I can't see the sky.
It's the Voices
And that which quiets Them.
Every second of every day
I fight to be heard
To listen to what I want to hear.
Control Me
Control It
Control Me
Control It
Like the petals on a daisy telling me if I am loved
I don't know what the outcome will be
I want to climb out of the abyss.
I want to quiet the voices.
But the abyss wants to swallow me up.
And the voices want to quiet me.
Written by: M.T.
And that which fills It.
Some days I'm looking in to
It.
Some days I'm looking up from deep inside of It.
Sometimes I can feel refreshing rain
Falling
From somewhere above me
But I can't see the sky.
It's the Voices
And that which quiets Them.
Every second of every day
I fight to be heard
To listen to what I want to hear.
Control Me
Control It
Control Me
Control It
Like the petals on a daisy telling me if I am loved
I don't know what the outcome will be
I want to climb out of the abyss.
I want to quiet the voices.
But the abyss wants to swallow me up.
And the voices want to quiet me.
Written by: M.T.
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