Do you see how blue the sky is, not a cloud around.
A beautiful day, with only the calming sounds.
The birds are chirping, the gently breeze flowing.
The sun is shining and the grass is growing.
Clouds slowly move across the expanse of blue.
Casting huge shadows, sometimes over you.
One rain drop falls down through the air.
You feel the water on you, slowly wetting your hair.
The clouds darken the suns rays as they disappear from sight.
And on top of that, it is slowly becoming night.
You get inside, where it is bright, dry, and warm.
All of a sudden that rain becomes a storm.
I pillar of wind heading your way.
You know you wouldn't survive, so there is no reason to stay.
You walk outside and begin to run.
Getting cold once again without the light of the sun.
You watch the pillar of wind rip through your home.
You are stuck outside in this wasteland, forced to just roam.
So you sink to the puddle forming beneath your feet.
So helpless, alone, and cold you begin to weep.

As the tears run down my face.
I wonder, what is this hell, what is this place?
lost somewhere, never to be found.
Soon to be buried six feet under the ground.
No one left rescue me.
This emptiness is all i see.
I open my eyes, but still see no light.
All that is left is pain, and never ending night.
Please, take me from this hell I'm in.
Did i do this to my self, how much did i sin?
What could i do wrong to put me here.
Down with my nightmares, and every single fear.
So if you hear nothing from me, ever again.
I say to you, farewell my friend.

I look up through my window at the night sky.
The blackness above me as i wonder why.
Not a star to be seen, only the moons pale light.
Here in my head, it is a starless night.
I look away and shut my eyes.
Darkness is there too, not much to my surprise.
That Pale light that keeps me going, grows smaller every day.
I will sit here and wait, wait til it fades away.
Because there is not a star in the sky to keep me here.
Only the dark, one of my childhood fears.
I know there is a morning, but I'm not willing to wait.
This sky is filled with darkness, it's filled with hate.
The lights of my room they are growing dim.
The way this ends for me, isn't good, it's grim.
I close my eyes as a tear rolls down my cheek.
I open my mouth as i try to speak.
No words come out, i have nothing left.
I tried my hardest, i really did try my best.
The tears keep coming, as i begin to weep.
I slowly stop crying, finally, it's time to sleep.

It's impossible for me to explain.
What i feel inside, this pain.
Like my heart is full of holes.
And my soul is black as coal.
My mind is lost, never to be found.
I've been buried alive, six feet underground.
I reach for the sky, hoping to see light.
All i get is pain, and endless night.
Since I can't help myself i help those that i see.
They just break me down more, they destroy me.
The rain doesn't stop, there is no end.
My wounds are too deep, impossible to mend.
Pain is all that is left for my life.
So i give in to pain, and take out my knife.

So i look in the mirror and wonder if this is the end.
I think of my life, my family, and a dead friend.
In my mind I see him smiling his face so bright.
Him laying down his head gently, sleeping soundly every night.
But alas he is gone never to return.
His memories burned but not stored in any urn.
I look in the same mirror as my eyes fill with tears.
I think about my dreams, and my unnecessary fears.
My dead friend had fears too, though much more logical than mine.
Unlike me he wasn't scared all the time.
He wasn't scared for his life, he didn't have to run.
He joy was everlasting, trampled by none.
But i wasn't jealous as i was happy too.
We were always looking for a new adventure, thinking what to do.
One last time i look in the mirror, and think of all he couldn't be.
But then i remember, that dead friend, it's me.

Once again i sit on my bed.
all alone with thoughts in my head.
The click clack of the keyboard repeating itself.
The words in my head, emerging from hell.
Flowing to the screen on which you read.
The words I write are what's left of me.
I am but a whisper in the wind.
My mind is gone, it's on the paper, so thin.
These poems i write are what i feel within.
Brush past them, or read them, whichever you may choose.
What i write is what i feel and that is true.
I sit here and write, and pour out my soul.
and all who look see something as dark as coal.
So turn back now, if you choose to believe me.
There is this darkness i perceive, one that you too will see.