Suffocating endlessly,
Never-ending.
No point of return,
The circle of death.
No winning for losing,
So why even try?
Hopeless, helpless,
Can’t even cry.
Fatherless and free,
But can’t even rejoice.
He lives forever inside our heads,
Our memories, our dreams, our voice.
A nightmare in which,
We cannot awake.
They said we were headed,
Straight to hell,
But we are already there,
Each breath that we take.
Our innocence was stolen,
Thrown out like trash.
Our identity was torn apart,
Shattered and made to believe,
That we had an evil heart.
Can we ever regain,
Our innocence again?
Can we ever become,
A pure soul again?
Or are we doomed for an eternity,
Of torment and pain?
Will we ever see the sunshine?
Or will it always be the rain?

Whitney