Reality

Dark and silent in this lonely room
weak and broken with substantial proof
silent screams and loud whispers
scary smiles and covered blisters

When will i again see the day
still when will i be removed from the suns mighty rays
will i smile another pretty smile again?
or will i be broken the rest of my darkened days

Another question yet lingers
Drawn to a pile of confusion
and a heap of dust
Forgive me if i now know not who to trust

Sketching the day with weary fingers
each stroke the brushes mistake not mine
a tragedy how the paper falls short of life
Only my sadness can the brushes ignite

so far from over, a battle within myself
a search for meaning i tempt my inner beast
i long for reasons, i ask no answers come
should i smile another scary smile like the world again has done
or is the day not coming forth leaving me broken in darkness
yet with the suns mighty trust

now open and free to tell the world what i see
my questions i have buried deep within a sea of me
not trapped in darkness the daylight set me free
i see, i see the shadows the world tried to hide from me
i longed for answers that all this time were within my reach
Now i see nothing as reality speaks.