Broken Dreams

The storm has been raging for quite some time now
Comfort in the rain
Comfort in the pain
Reality askwed by the blurred vision

The shadows fall
Engulfing
Controlling
Suffocating

When the shadows clear
And daytime is near
What will you say

A job well done
In who's eyes?
A job well done
Created nothing but lies

In the darkness
Things are not seen

Flowers sprinkled with happiness
Are but a dreamland away
A glimsp of what could be
A glimsp of how it should be

Dreams broken
Shattered
Torn

Ripped apart
From my beating heart

Left in the blood of reality
Lying in a pool of misery
Surrounded by the eyes judging me

Grasping and Reaching
Pleading and Hoping
Begging and Longing

Please mend my dreams
Please mend my dreams

Isolation

Any little attempt to be happy is squelched by the reality that is my darkness.

It follows me, it latches on, and it never truly lets go.

It hurts. This constant pain that is weighing me down.

This constant rejection.

Isolation is my only comfort. Isolation is my only friend.

It's familiar and safer.

The darkness looms.

The emptiness grows.

Peace comes in solitude. Peace comes facing the reality of my darkness.

They don't know. They can't know. They will never understand.

They will never be good enough.
I will never be good enough.

Airing my lonely heart out on the sleeves of vulnerability

Crushed by the nonexistence

Torn by the absence

Accepting the detriment

Isolation is my only friend.