Question II
I haven’t finished what I had to say
But maybe it can’t be expressed
From all this chaos there’s no rest
I just wait for another day
How did I come to this?
What have I become?
It all began with illnesses kiss
I come undone
Where’s my place now?
Where do I have to go?
So many questions
So many things I don’t know
If I come to think about it
It’s always been with me
Since I was young and stupid
Until now, just less free
My mind is like a prison
My thoughts are the guards
Who don’t hesitate to beat me
For no apparent reason
I’m tired, oh so tired
If you could feel this too
You wouldn’t last five minutes
Not even two
There are many like me
And yet we all feel alone
Abandoned, cursed and ignored
Yes, lonesome to the bone
We’re waiting a new treatment
Something revolutionary
But until then we suffer
Like lab rats, involuntary
I wrote a lot already
I should sleep
The only time I can escape
Is when I dream deep
I’ll wake up in the morning
How will I be then?
Will I be better?
Or will I be in Hell again?
