Why can't anyone see this vibrant pain I feel?
It burns across my skin,
It flickers beneath my eyelids-
I can feel my pulse in every nerve.

Why is it unaparent to all?
How can something so real not exist for you?

I walk with it all my waking moments,
It swims in the dreams I hope to achieve.
My heart can't take much more of this weight I carry,
It's oozing from my pores.

I hear the clarity in angel's voices.
I believe in the purity of innocence,
I just know nothing but the pain of sin and hopeless desperation for  the ability to care about anything at all.