It's dark and cold and damp here
Moistened by my tears.
Cries and sobs are echoing,
Some are not my own.
There are other people here
Yet I feel alone, isolated.
I hear their cries for help,
Like whispers compared to mine.

It's dark and cold and damp here
But I cannot leave just yet.
Some get help from outside people
But I will not.
I can do this all by myself
My sadness only belongs to me
And I will not share the pain.
I will keep it to myself.

It's dark and cold and damp here
And I'm aware of where I am.
The people on the outside have no idea
Of my suffering in here.
They believe my happy facade.
They see that I am smiling
But really it's quite the opposite.
I'm drifting in a sea of my own tears.

It's dark and cold and damp here.
I am wandering and I am lost.
An i am alone.
Suffering through this,
Pushing through this,
Getting through this.
But for now I'm in this lonely place.
And it's dark and cold and damp here.