Someone told me it's not the end,
Into the darkness I descend.
Falling through empty promises
That are to never to come true,
Tied to a noose made by the view of the world
As I dangle wordless and helpless.
I gasp for air, but my lungs are broken,
Choking on what I need to say,
Words that the world took away.
So here I sit silent and alone,
Staring at the white walls of home.
I look at the glowing screen,
Wanting nothing more
Than to pour out my heart,
And speak my mind
Because I am dying inside.
I stare at pages blank before me,
Thinking of words red and oozing.
I put them on the page
Rahter than having to choose
Between sadness and happiness,
Light and blues.
I write to live,
I write to smile,
I write to go the extra mile.