I feel like I am an open book,
read by billions,
one glance and they reach deep for my soul,
and so they think they know me.
Though I hide in depths of darkness,
my face cannot cast a shadow as my life has.
My eyes search for a sign of life
a purpose to keep living on,a purpose to belong,
just searching for a purpose.
They say things get better,and sometimes they do.
But what shall one do when nothing changes?
and their still running low on fuel..
When your barely breathing,trying to grasp to life,
attempting to see the world in a different view
but its not working out..
When 'ok' no longer means good,
and you cope the pain inside,and keep yourself from crying.
No longer can you scratch the surface when you hit bottom,because its no longer the lowest point,the foundation isn't holding on..
Even the toughest structures can crack and break,
and we're all brittle ready to crumble shatter and wreck.
i wouldn't call that shame.
Light no longer shines,and those we love are long gone,
what happened to the promises? what happened to the trust?
Didn't we believe in something? Didn't we stand up?
And so you read me well,and it all was a lie,
so my story ended in deceit and hate
do you know me well enough?
