Things will never be the same

There are times I feel so alone

Trying to do this thing called living

Aimlessly I wander and roam

A path that's rocky and unforgiving

There are times I want to quit

I'm trying so hard to rid my depression

It isn't easy I must admit 

Sometimes I feel it's my only possession 

I'm so comfortable feeling this way

A familiar place to be 

And sometimes I would rather stay

In the dark, instead of free

Some people just don't understand

When you've been through trauma and pain

It doesn't matter who holds your hand

Things will never be the same