Where does one go,
When there is no where to go.
A world far from here not often known.
Known well by me and myself and I
A world where visits are fewer and far
Not from disinterest but from distraction
The world beckons me back
It cries in its solitude
I try to come back but I’ve forgotten the way
The cries grow more desperate
I am anxiously seeking
My world I am searching,
but it can
no longer
be found.

Don’t you get tired of the pain
that fights its way back to your heart
when all is well?

Don’t you get scared when you realize
that all you have been through,
no one can really fully understand
because you’ve locked yourself away along with the memories
you choose to linger on?

Don’t you get sick of all the mistakes
you keep on regretting just because you keep on
doing it again and again?

Don’t you feel even just a little sad about yourself
because you’ve always known that you’re given
the chance to break free from your small dark jail
and finally get the chance to be happy,
yet, you choose to close your eyes,
ask darkness to consume all of you,
and keep yourself there?