Internal direction

In these times of distress in uncharted waters.
When the road is a mess and I'm done taking orders.
Well over this pain in my mind, and running out of so much more then just my time.
I'm over this static on my station, I just don't understand.
Always a struggle for direction while I feel I ain't nothing but a faceless reflection.
"Dam" I screwed up my own suicide how fucking useless am I.
Yeah I was choking, cutting and bleeding in the dark just consumed in the thoughts of where it all fell apart.
Without an ounce of belief in my self and a cold dull void in the place of my heart.
Yeah I've been hurt I've been hit, I've been torn, beat and broken.
Yeah man I've been bleeding within.
Struck down now again in this constant drink of pain " shit how typical of me I'm bloody wasted again"
Now I'm at the end of my fuse fucking dazed and confused.
Its time now to decide do i live or do I die,
No more will I slide into the depths of this lie.
There's now a fork in my road but with no direction within just which way should I go.
Then i fell to my knees on this decision,
"God dam it, this shit was never written"
It was right at that time when I opened my eyes and for the very first time I walked the straight line.
that was when I found my road up ahead.
My path was with the music not the sin.
Yeah I guess I finally found some direction within.