Philosophical

I'm tired of a life 
that leads me to no avail, 
there is a song 
that I sing without sound. 
 
Where is my strength 
when I need it most..? 
There is a pride 
that pushes me forward, 
without support 
a voice 
that urges me on 
when all that I want 
is never to wake. 
 
There is a shallowness in my heart 
there is a wound that never closes 
a scar that shouldn't exist 
may be my last hope to humanity. 
 
And could my plea alone 
be enough to save me, 
and might my strangled breath 
lessen even a little bit..? 
 
A pride that pushes me forward 
without support, 
where will that lead me..?

Pride