Nothing Gets Crossed Out

Every bone in my body aches.
Every step I take requires so much effort.
And the world is a blur.
Conversations are all a blur.

And it grows.
And it churns.
And it screams.
It holds prisoners, but thankfully let's most of them go.

My head is splitting open.
My heart is turning into stone.

Don't touch me, I can't take it.
Don't love me, you won't like it.

My accomplishments mean nothing.

"But now I've got to crawl, to get anywhere at all. I'm not as strong as I thought.
So when I'm lost in a crowd,
I hope that you'll pick me out.
Oh, how I long to be found.
The grass grew high. I laid down.
Now I wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand.
I have been laying so low
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
But if everything that happens is supposed to be
and it is predetermined, can't change your destiny.
Then I guess I'll just keep moving, someday, maybe, I'll get to where I'm going."