Inside

Something lies inside,
Deep with in my fleshy body.

Weeping from the pain it carries,
Will nothing relief it of its sorrows?

Confusion fills its heart,
While its mind taunts its foolish thoughts.

Its wonders what were the lies,
And if there was any truths.

Should it hate the one thing it loves,
Or continue to love even thou it'll be the death of it.

Crying hurts and laughter makes it sick,
Is there any kind of liberation?

Prayer is done and said,
But no message or any kind of reply is returned.

Its faith becomes broken,
And is left with the slightest of hope.

It ask for no help,
Its paths is meant to be taken alone.