Sometimes I want to shut the world out
It doesn’t understand my words.
No matter the tears or laughter
My speech still sounds slurred
Is there anyone out there
That can feel the darkness I contain?
Is there anyone out there,
Who can love my tattered brain?
Weights keep piling.
I keep smiling.
Like nothing has occurred.
Things so obvious
But no one can infer.
No sees the blood.
No one sees the tears.
No one sees the outrage
And the loneliness
And the fear
My cries will remain silent
My outlook will remain grim.
Until someone can understand
the misery that lies within.