Tedious Hours

Grown tired of all the tedious
hours of my life.
And all the words which escape me
render a confusion within.
My voice is tired from all the screams
that torment my restless nights.
The body shakes, feeling cold
and yet not alone.
I never considered this possible,
all of this never was an option.
Now the issue has risen
and it leaves me wondering.
Trust in someone can set me free.
But in the end,
it'll just be me.

Back Home

Take a look at me in all my frailty.
With a shaking voice I try to speak
and say the words which express my thoughts.
When I can't seem to find the right words
I try to hide my clumsy attempt.
I just can't fail on this test,
there's too much at stake.
My insides turn to ash, so slow.
And I just seem to collapse.
So I try to regain focus and set my mind straight.
I know the path before me
but to walk it is a totally different thing.
So I take it step for step,
considering all I've done this life.
And try to find way back home
away from all the struggle and the strife....