There is a problem 

there is a problem 

why is no one doing anything

doesn’t all this pain just sting?

Everything is not fine

I have chills running down my spine

nails are creeping under my skin

everything i do is sin

with blistered feet I walk through sand

alone ill try to find safe land

but the sand is glass and cuts my flesh

and the shoes I wear are made of mesh

cuts and wounds just cover me

all because I tried to flee

the problem no one sees is there

because the problem lies beneath my hair

above my throat inside my skull

and my safety siren sound is dull

no one sees my signal light

the light in my eyes in not brought

i’ve lost all hope, alone I’ll stand

the damages are no doubt grand

if help does come it’s far too late

because yesterday was my dying date

the war was fought and went unknown

the only proof that’s left is sewn 

into my skin I’ll leave a mark

to show my thoughts were truly dark

the problem you see was in my head

hidden away until i was dead.