My life, my happiness, my pain, my fears, my unknowns.
Why do I feel this way?
Why am I truly unhappy?
I had it all.. to lose it all..
Gained it all.. to give it all..
Now I'm stuck here with nothing at all.
I have learned that in the dark is when I see what needs to be seen.
Write what needs to be written.. Not just wrote.
Say what needs to be said.. Not just heard.
But does it even matter?
Will you hear the dire cries for help?
Even though you see no tears..
Will it even matter that I cried at all?
All of this sits on my chest as I sit in the dark..
But when the sun comes out, I go back to smiling and pretending.
Pretending that everything is okay.
Pretending that nothing ever mattered.
Pretending that when the sun falls, that I won't discover me..
So until the sun rise,
Unhappy is what I'll be..
