How Do I

HOW DO I
By: Douglas

How do I not care,
When it's so easy to give up?
How do I really care,
When taking a step forward is a tired task?

It would be so much easier to cry,
But that's something I can't do,
Because my passion has been ripped,
Away from my Heart and Soul.

Maybe I was only given a certain number of days,
For the million of tears to flow from my eyes,
And I wasted them all in my young life,
Now destined to become a cold-hard golem.

Even the notion of that beckons me to cry,
Yet it would be a strain upon me,
And nothing would flow out,
And, Yes, this scares the hell out of me.

I have always felt deep love and compassion,
But I feel I can't get anywhere in Life,
Thus making a void that feeds on everything,
It doesn't matter what I choose, for the void, darkness fills.

For every happy choice,
Comes double the misery.
For every solution,
Comes two more problems.

The burden of my mind only tortures,
Which didn't use to bother me much,
Because I would spit it on my paper,
But now loneliness has a deadly grip.

I'm constantly running in place,
And the Grim Reaper is standing next to me,
To Smile, To Dance, To Tickle Me,
To even shed a tear at a life in shambles.

Yet he still shakes his head at me,
Leaving me even more confused than before,
But can I stop the running to nowhere,
Can I hold a tear in my hand once again?