What am I feeling?
Am I aware?
Hiding and crouching
in your deathly stare..

What am I feeling
lying so low...
Trying to get away...
From what? I don't know...

What am I feeling?
As I sway along...
In life's high and low
humming the silent song.

I shout into the void
to hear back nothing
The daily voices
Some silent, some whispering...

I plunge right in the dark
to search for the light
I look for that one mark
don't know what's right....

I try to get over it
But, still manage to drown
I wait near the kingly throne
for the worthy crown.

They ask me to
write poetry
to pen it down
and make my soul free

They ask me,
to tear my soul
and put those fragments
back into a whole

Then they praise me
for my eloquent feeling
are they aware
of how I'm dealing?

They call my words intense
but under that pretense
I hide something deep
It's secrets that I keep

So, I play along
and just smile.
Letting the praises fall deaf
on my ears for a while.

I dream with open eyes
of endless summers
and starry nights.

Of misty morns
and lazy days
being comfortable in all ways.

Of cold dewdrops
that glisten bright
on daisies pure white.

Of unsaid words
that hang in the air
along with a love-struck stare

Of bright sunshine
that filters through
the window for our view.

Of loving the comfort
of my own company
and not needing anybody.

Tell me it was a lie
the voices that said die.
Tell me I was wrong
about life being a song

Tell me I have to heal
because it's no big deal
Tell me that you care
and won't just stand and stare

Tell me it's not over yet
I have goals to get
Tell me to feel alive
for success I have to strive.

'I'm okay.'
- 'No, you're not.'
'What can you say?'
- 'About you, well a lot.'

'About Life?'
- 'Painful and Long.'
'The way out?'
- 'Put it into a song.'

'Will someone understand?'
- 'No. But, you'll have the upper hand.'
'Is that how you're dealing?'
- 'Doesn't matter, I'm devoid of feelings.'

'Seriously now, are you?'
- 'You'll reach here too.'
'Does that make it better?'
- 'nothing ever does.'

'Is that why you're almost dead?'
- 'Well, take your pills and go to bed.'