Words won’t come out …
Emotions won’t show up
Believe me …
It is not by purpose
But it is by a mere inability …
Time is passing
And it seems there’s no way for trespassing  …
Trespassing
The hurt …
Trespassing
The guilt …
Lightening
The darkness …
And filling
The emptiness …
What is to be done?
To ignore the void on the inside …
And stop pretending to be clueless on the outside …
What is to be done?  
To start living …
And not just breathing
To actually start laughing  …
And not just faking
What is to be done
To reach that famous light
That is only reaching from a small window’s crack.