why do we sit on this cloud
wondering why we cant think out loud
keeping our thoughts inside
like our pain needs to hide
our pain within not to be exposed
with a forced grin and sadness disposed
act normal and sit on your chair
inside screaming about why the world isnt fair
daily isolation dripping
into the darkness were slowly slipping
darkness seeping
cant hold back the torment creeping
as the chaos ensues
we realize why pain isnt what we choose
if given by choice or taken by chance, the struggle requires firmness in stance
the light in the dark
the end of the game
all relationships stark
the end of the pain
is the start of the game