One last hit I'll be fine, then a firecracker up me arse (Carpe's therapy sessions)

 
This tunnel sure is dark
faint glimpses of light catch my eye
hope, that destination a lifetime apart
not sure though
if I can die anymore inside  
How long can the outward conceal  
all those inner scars
 
the climb either makes us or breaks us  
it's how many times you get back up  
that counts
I refuse to stagnate here, not like this
shoot me now much more merciful
 
strength sure gets tested when your vessel is lost in an ocean of despair
like driving a car that gets a constant flat tyre stuck on the road to nowhere  
do you think
a hamster realises it's just running  
the wheel on repeat or is it content  
with the unchanged scenery  
 
even atlas said give me a break sometime  
like a marionette  
that's had a string or two cut
somedays
all it seems I can do is nothing
but lay here wonder why
I don't know what to do
 
terrified at times  
to even think about the future  
what with all that's gone wrong
you can't help but think what next
like a big scary monster is waiting  
around the next fork in the road  
ready to jump out the corner  
 
how is it you even found me
fucked up as I am
how you knew where to look
knew exactly what to say  
to show me the way through it all  
it's as if you came back for a ghost  
offered me tender hands
and opened up my eyes  
 
It sure is bright when I'm with you