Oh how I miss the freedom

Of not being trapped each day

Trapped by my feelings and heart

And those who I turned away

The people that could have helped me

Are now gone and our connections dead

But the thought that my life could mean something

Is still hanging by a thread

My heart belongs to my friends

And those that I hold dear

For those that were needed most

And who, when called, came near.

The pain was oh so great

And the darkness was so cold

And though my heart was warm

The night was growing old

But it could never seem to stop

My heart had been torn too much

But oh the pain was hot

And I had had enough.