I feel myself slipping further down in it.
The harder I try to pick myself up,
The further I bog down in my rut.
Really this is just what war has made me.
I left home still a baby,
Forced to grow up in a matter of days,
Now Iâ€™m going through life in a darkened haze.
Why canâ€™t I think the way I used to?
Before the war had brought my issues?
Iâ€™m walking around in a maze,
lost all feeling except for a craze.
When will I ever see the end of these days?
Somebody please help me get out of this phase,
so I can find my way through this darkened maze.