And then there's this

Holding out for that miracle that never comes...
Waiting for that midnight sun...
Suffocating on all that's real...
Praying but I do not kneel...
Screaming under water trying not to breathe...
Always in a place I want to leave...
Chaos fuels my days...
As my sanity starts to fray...
I lost my wallet full of hope...
I'm the punch line of the joke...
I consciously sleep walk...
I'm the conversation, not the talk...