I hear a gentle wind through the trees,

But what could it be saying to me,

Except silence your mind that screams and screams,

What are all these new feelings inside of me?

How could I ever expect to understand?

When my fears keep cutting until I bleed,

Wounds deeper than an ocean,

So deep only I can see.

Perhaps I will never understand such things,

Having raped myself of the experience I need,

I could have damned myself to always bleed.

All the chances I am so afraid to take,

All of those fears that keep me awake,

Could be the instrument of my own deception.

I try so very hard to relinquish these fears,

So that I may release the torment,

So that I may find some small peace.

 It seems that all of my efforts are in vain,

And no matter how I try to escape,

These things that haunt my dreams,

Control my very fate.

They keep me steady upon the path chosen,

Though possibly leading me to my death,

I can never seem to make a new way,

And even though I fill myself with torment,

More with each passing day,

This wonder I have inside me,

Never able to break away.

How could I let this grow so strong?

Basking in the wonderful safety,

That has now become my very prison,

Offering no means of an escape.

 So I confide in the path I have chosen,

No matter how it hurts and aches,

Always telling myself it's the only way.