Silently I stand
Surrounded in stoicism
Submerged in saddening sorrow
Saddled by stacking sour and soulful screams
This pressure building heavier
Yet I endeavor
I carry this weight
Always knowing
The load I bear
Will at some point
Give way
Releasing a cavalcade
Of despair
My life has not been easy
Albeit easier than others
This pressure grows on you
Sometimes so much it smothers
And covers
The screams
That replace my dreams
That shine
In my eyes
Over time
It has died
All that's left is grime
My eyes
An everlasting echo
Etched into everything
I've ever erased from memory
A cliche I'll enter
I hurt myself
To make sure I can still feel
I meet love head on
Full of zeal
Incessantly inquiring for that iconic
And inspirational ideal
But to no avail
My heart seems
At least to me
A fun thing
For people to step on
I rush to aid the ones
Who remind me of myself
Because for me
No one cared
No one dared
So maybe I should
Maybe I could
Offer my opinion
Grant a little guidance
My lack of direction
Makes me a foul figure
To follow
So my advice is unheard...
I apologize for this dump
Recently I've been in a slump
Just wanted to say this stuff
And also ask the world
****,
When have I given enough?