Week 3. Written last year, this one came from my ruminations over post-grad life. It’s all about feeling lost and finding satisfaction. The question is where—in alcohol, in self-harm or perhaps in that place deep inside your heart?

Lyrics:

I try to find my voice
There’s a raging storm around me
It’s not like I had no choice
and the one I made consumes me

Now where can I find satisfaction?
In the bottle, in the knife or in my heart?
And when I find it, will it fill me?
Or will it break before I take another one?

This life seems to go nowhere
Want to shout but who would help me?
I thought I’d be so far from here by now
Didn’t think my gas would empty

Now where can I find satisfaction?
In the bottle, in the knife or in my heart?
And when I find it, will it fill me?
Or will it break before I take another one?

I feel voiceless, but I’m not voiceless
I feel helpless, but I’m not voiceless

I will find satisfaction
So much deeper than the bottle could ever give
And when I find it, it will fill me
I’ll never break, I’ll never have to take another one

I’ll never break, I’ll never have to take another one