I look into the
Void of darkness,
And it stares back.
People think that
I’m devoted and free,
But I’m off-track.

They talk about love,
And they’re so happy.
And they talk about peace
Like a pure dove.
And I’m glad for them.
I really am.

But they don’t
See what I see.
It’s like no one is real.
They don’t realize that
The world around them
Is broken and bound.

They don’t realize that
Amidst their love,
Their peace,
Their happiness,
There’s someone who’s broken.
That one of their own is dying.
It’s like I just don’t belong.

Like when you
Take off your glasses,
And all you see are
Colours and shapes.
As if you’re so blind,
That you’re living in
Black and white,
Film and tapes.

You see,
Everyone is so afraid
To talk about
Death and suicide,
Anxiety and depression,
Abuse and regret.
About the people they
Thought they knew,
And the ones they just met.

Because the only answer
That they have is...
Prayer.
I’m not saying that
Prayer can’t help, but
Even prayers don’t get answers.
Even prayers have their limits.

Sometimes, it’s not about
Being saved, but rather
Saving others.