It's been a long time comin',
I spent a long time runnin'.
Was running from the pain,
yet all I found was shame.
I was broken into pieces,
my willingness to live decreases.
Trying to pick myself back up,
the big, black hole has me stuck.
Everything is numb,
to the negative ways I succumbed.
But when does it end?
Will I ever mend?
I tell you it will never be the same again.
But it does get better every now and then.