words.

what more is there to be said
thoughts.
consuming every inch of my soul.

hurt.
how much deeper can it go
love. torment.
differences between them so minimal

is this called independence?
is this called love?
i think i'm running away
for fears unknown and words unspoken

muttered as the curtain closes
of secrets a world sleeps amongst
the illusion of cluelessness
the angst festering in the heart

four walls that bind you
four walls that tell you you're all alone
four walls that trap you
four walls that strive for insanity

the need to escape
the urge to cry
the feeling of solitude
the graces of silence

who else was there to turn to
who else was there to burden
the guilt that struck that poor child
a child made to see the world as a man

of opportunities untaken
regrets deemed useless
chances pounced upon
wounds never healing

when faith begins to dim
and hope flitters away
joy already extinguished
candles in the wind

hello God,
are you there.
would you help me
i need your embrace

hello God,
won't you tell me why
why all the daggers
are piercing through my back

hello God,
i know my delinquence
won't you forgive me
the lessons are too hard

hello God,
please grant my appeal
of forgiveness
and reconciliation

i admit to be guilty as charged.
just how long more can i pretend to be happy with my life.