Distrust in the Darkness

The stress is killing me
softly as I sleep

The stress is eating at me
slowly as I weep

It's there every night and every day
I beg: please, please. please go away

Do I let it consume me
or do I keep fighting til the end?

I'm tired, so tired
do I have anything left to defend?

I do, I know this to be true
I'm tired, what do I have to prove?

To myself, to others?
They don't realize I can be weak

I can do no right
so I turn the other cheek

Do I stand and fight
or do I give in?

I know the answer
I just don't know if I can

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