Some Nights the Guts Are Just Gone

you drag a soul around in a body
and some nights
it's a bag of bricks

wondering if there's anything
left to dream for
suicide enters the mind
and the best you can think is
"not today"

you get through it in one piece
but something stills feels like it's shattered
something's broke in there
and you haven't fixed it yet

what makes you think you ever will?