Pain has become a familiar friend,
waiting for a weak moment to draw me in.
My heart is like ice, careful where I tread,
the broken shards feel like glass upon my feet.
Constantly trying to drown out this anger inside me,
unable to concentrate at all.
I don’t have time for tears anymore,
if I did, I’d unendingly be weeping.
I’m living in a fog, not entirely sure where I’m headed,
what was once west is now east – I’m so lost.
My dreams are fading and I’m losing hope,
if this is not my purpose in life, what is?
My faith in what I believed to be truth is now a question.
I’m simply desperate for something,
but I don’t know what that something is.