I am in a dark place,
A place so lonely the sound of a needle falling can be heard.
I wonder, why I am so.
It hurts inside.
Boiling, I feel my heart be heavy,
It’s difficult to breathe.
I feel sick, my stomach is turning.
Just taking a simple breath becomes near impossible.
People understand pain and anger.
Not a lot understand repression of it.
The skys turn blue, the sun comes out.
It brings brightness and never seizes to be a globe of fire.
Yet here I am, feeling the gloom of the world.
Freedom is an arm’s length away, but yet too far to reach.
What drives people, I am driven by madness.
Life is a mystery, everyone is mysterious.
Why do I feel a sense of grandeur in my pain.
Such a victim of my own mind.
Letters I write constantly to myself.
Be better, be okay, forever narrating my sob story.
Take me away, lay me in the middle of a calm sea.
Wash my burdens away and make me whole again.
I cry in the sorrows of my life but life is just that.
I don’t understand anything, so, do I open that door?
A door of darkness, no, I live to fight another day.
The day is close but try I will, to keep that door closed.
Life does get better, it’s nothing but emotional pain.
Everything will be alright.