Repressed

Cold, I lie awake at night, clinging to semi-consciousness
Torn between the world I dream and that which deems me a burden
The antiquated locks, they screech
The concrete floors, they won't forgive
A sullen reminder that I'm a pariah
A system put in place, confine those who feel disgraced
While never answering our beleaguered laments
White walls won't save a soul
I'm destined for madness

I'm a wretch, I'm worthless, I'm lost
I'm a wretch, I'm worthless, but at the end of the day all I wanted to be was loved

Save me from myself I want to see the light of day
I've been down for far too long, no one would lend a hand to me
I'd love to cherish every moment, every opportunity
But as long I'm still here, these thoughts will never go away

I've tried to rise above the ashes left under my wake, but I'm mired in denigration
My best efforts seem so futile
No one knows what it's like, to feel each and every day a blemish of the earth

It's time to make a statement, no longer will I be passive or sedated
I need to get this off my chest, it was for long repressed but I've had enough now
There's only so much one man can take before he gives it all up and opens up the floodgates
I've come to stand up before that day, because for ones in silence it's almost too late