In Your Own Hands

You were told there was no hope for you and you believed it
Raped day after day by a world that knows little of compassion
And you conceived its bastard child. Now inside the sickness grows
It swells and pressure builds. You know it hurts you but you can’t quite figure
out why
So instinctively you drown it in poison
(But that glamour is temporary and eventually the cracks begin to show
You scramble grabbing whatever you can find and hold onto it
Until it breaks for the pressure. This cycle repeats…)
Until there’s nothing left and you seem to think that there’s but one way out
Such a shame. Such a waste of life. Such a selfish choice
In your own hands my heart bleeds for your soul