When all you want is to find hope...
You've cried to me a thousand times, but my own selfishness has built a concrete blockade between us before your words could reach me. Stretched out between two different worlds, I've held my own, but you've overlooked my efforts to overcome these conditions. So I've locked myself inside this place that we've come to know all too well. I've often contemplated my own existance while I dwell in this silence, in this darkness, in this empty, lonely hole until I've come to recognize all that matters. I've forgiven my faults. I've realized the affects of such costly accusations in which I've done the casting. I've done all that I can do, all but cry for you. And even though deafness became my own handicap, I have yet the nerve to ask you: "Please, don't let me slip away..."
I am my own ruin.