So sick, so tired

Too much of this juvenile fun
What good have they ever done anyone?

We all walk these streets alone
Clothed with colors
But carrying bare souls
Fragile excuses for lives
Touch them and they fade to dust
Blown aimlessly in the wind

Too many words, empty promises
Visions that fade in a fickle sky
Hurried away by the wind
Covered by darkness
Soaked in rain

Too many thoughts of green free fields
Thoughts of sunlight
Of weightlessness and light

The silence is shocked by scattered cracking
See the scars on our backs
See the prisons that are our lives
That we desperately try to dress up
Hoping to maim the pain

A life lived in theory—
The escape of those who can’t accept their sorry lives
Of those who realize that we will all have this end
The pity, the mourning
The story of our lives

I have given up on hope,
I shout it to the world!
I watch in contempt
I have given up on love
And what it is to dream!
The calmness in my chest does not speak
Woe to the world!
The sun shines in silence
Nothing transpires
Where is the storm?

I float
In this unbearable indifference
Detached from the world
Covered in the silence and subtlety that surrounds us

Save me from myself
From this tainted world
This clout that covers everything that defines me
Listen closely and see
Find the unsaid reality
The silence that is shouting
Listen to the words unsaid
Find the omitted
See through me
I am nothing
I am no one