When your life spins out of control and your solid foundation crumples, what’s left? |
How can one man sit with the world on his shoulders The weight of crushing my hopes, hiding my dreams. Others walk by not caring as tries to grasp some holding, my heart searching for stable ground. I see my friends as they see me Not understanding, not knowing the crushing weight I hold. I put on my mask and smile so bright, waiting for them to come, waiting for the pain, for the villains to cut deep. Each wound stinging endlessly as the blood runs freely from the wounds old and new. I am almost gone, slowly Disappearing, fading away I am weak and needing to be strong. I can’t let go, not yet. I dig deep inside past the wounds and scar. I try to stand and go but stumble as I walk. Tears come to my eyes Black Tears Tears of frustration, loss of hope, revenge, helplessness, and hate Crying…. The tears keep coming, growing blacker with every passing moment, I struggle harder, fighting for my life, knowing if I stop The weight Will Kill Me. I remove my mask and cry out for help. I see my friends, many not knowing what they have done, and others have helped to heal. The tears flow freely now As Villains cut Deep and Tears Run Black |