My hopeless sighs are fading into echoes of silence,
my thoughts die out like the lights that were once brightened.
My heart and mind struggling in a conflict of violence,
now my shadows haunt me; when before I would fight them.
Nobody can find me; I'm lost in eternal doubt,
A mystery forever a mystery when there is no sight or sound.
I'm residing in a place where I'm certain I can never be found,
slowly decaying and drifting away in the skies like the clouds.
My life has no purpose now there is no value; it is worthless,
remembering once when I had an idea on what the world was.
Sinking into the memories of the times when I could smile,
now it seems like everything out there just wants to hurt us.
I can't find my balance or where I'm supposed to be,
I find no comfort in family or those who are close to me.
My identity snatched away from my very being,
And destroyed are my dreams of everything I ever hoped to be.
If pain could be put into a string of words,
the dictionary itself would feel the way it hurts.
I've forgotten everything I value and my self worth,
and without doubt it is certain we live in a cruel world.
So why are my screams unheard by those who can hear,
why are people able to live their lives without restraint or fear?
I bleed from every orifice even from my very soul,
yet death is the very same thing that people revere.
A vortex of unknown disparity, no more clarity,
Unfolding into a void evolving into violence
We dream up fantasies; and ignore the realities,
And we listen to the echoes of silence.