you know there is nothing left,
yet you don't let the gentle rocking
lull you into a peaceful slumber
you know you can do no better,
yet your arms keep locking
around the neck of another.
you know you have no place to call home,
yet you're looking at the one
you call mother.
you know you want to die,
yet the world is not done
it still plans something.
you know you have family,
yet they are just your blood
and blood means nothing.