Dark

 

Time wears me thin,

Feeling down and weary.

I can’t feel anymore,

My hands are numb,

I live in a frozen hell.

Dying yet no one notices,

Bleeding yet no one cares.

Life has won,

I concede.

I can’t win,

So I am a loser.

The light burns my eyes,

And I find comfort in the dark.

I am alone,

but too blind to see it,

A ploy so I believe I’m loved.

I fear myself,

I fear reality.

I’m not winning at this game,

called life.

Who’d want to play with me anyway?

 

 

 

Questions

 

Where do you go,

when there's no where to run?

Who do you talk to,

when there are only walls?

What are you supposed to do,

when your life slips through your hands?

What is your reaction,

when the only person who can make

life better doesn't exist?

or doesn’t care?

What are you supposed to do,

when your heart sinks a little lower,

aches a little more,

becomes a little less like a heart

and more like a stone?

Look at these questions.

Look into these questions, deeply.

What do you see?

Accidents

 

"Don't beat yourself up over it, accidents happen"

That's what the paramedic says,

That's what the officer says,

that's what friends say.

"Bad things happen, It's just part of life"

no one can help the helpless,

unless they too are helpless.

Why try to brighten a day,

when it's night.

Why is my chest so tight?

Why can't I breath?

Why can't I give my life instead of yours?

Why ask why when the answer is....

 

Accidents happen

 

 

 

 

My Labyrinth

 

I am the Goblin King,

But I have no goblins,

I am blinded with this human feeling,

and can give only what I own.

Love shall not be knocking at my doorstep,

Yet I, myself, have to traverse my own Maze.

To live a grand life,

In a grand castle,

With great land,

Alone.

I have no power over you.