• Disappointment eats away at my heart,
    The sorrow shows in my silent tears of pain,
    Agony threatens to end my existence, yet I drag on.

    I keep my emotions locked in a box, unknown to the outside world,
    Longing for my past happiness, though it will never come,
    I write my pain on pieces of paper, and then burn them, hoping to find salvation in the ashes,
    The wind carries my written pain away, yet the true source is still attached to my soul.

    Every time I try to step forward, I take two steps back,
    My life will consist of this until I have had enough,
    The true question is…When will I?