Tried to open up
Nobody wants to listen
Back inside again

Focus, here and now,
Breathing in and out; buts and
What-ifs come and go.

Patiently waiting
There, in the next world, where you
See all coming things.

Feeling warm again:
Clouds, making way for fresh light;
wheels will turn themselves

Look around, it’s all the same
Numb to love, and to fear
Everything, just a game
Cannot even, shed a tear
The worlds intent, to crack you apart
To stomp your feelings, cut out your heart.
Where is peace, where is serenity?
Where is hope, and where is empathy?

I thought this feeling
Would pass with the new season
But it’s permanent

Antisocial, shy
Or have you lost the hope of
Being understood?