My Ride

Silent screams wake me from my sleep.
I try but I still can't speak.
A voice within begins to cry out:
"Help me, hold me, just let me go."
Only a whisper but as loud as a shout.
I walk on water and drown in the air;
Strolling through life backward, with no fear,
Yet too afraid to turn around.
I guess I'm afraid of what I might see.
I have no reflection, no soul to sell.
I'm trapped n Earth, what I believe to be Hell.
Empty, hollow descriptive words of myself;
If only I could get down so I could reach the top shelf.
Once, twice, three times down.
Don't you get it? My smile is my frown.
Someone said to breathe deep, but all my lungs can do is squeak.
Stop this ride or I'm going to be sick.
What's the ride where on the wall you stick?
I can't think, eat or sleep.
How long will this shit last?
Until I can weep.
Still waters run deep;
Listen, there's no water in this fucking creek.
All I'm saying is something's wrong.
You can get up...
Please stop praying.