Outside

Standing on the outside looking in.
Straight up freezeing cold in the blown wind.

22 years old, supposed to be young and restless.
Instead i am 22 with a broken mind, cant find the rest at night.
i feel so lost i am in despair, God almighty are you really out there.
Why is it me, why have i fallen so hard.
Why is is my heart that are filled with scar, why my emotion the sad chosen?
Why is it me who shall sit here with a tear running down my mistakenly smiling face
Light and clean on the outside.
Dark and wrecked on the inside
Why, Why must i be the chosen to feel this pain, to be sad and nervous everyday all day.

Where is the happy comfortable me.

Please give me a lead.
I want to be what is shown.
A happy fun guy, with everything on the go

I know somethings wrong i can feel it.
God please come pick it.

If i only knew what part of me was wrong i could fix it, get me repaired or even try an change it.

This boy is lost in despair, someone please get me out of this chair

These words may not rhyme, but i can tell you.

They come straight from my spine.

The words never spoken, the sentence never told.
Holding up inside, the fear of being let out.
These hands are now used as claimer of the unspoken.
Written to all you strangers, a salute for the never seeing.

Reviews

[Aguilar]

Great writing I feel the same it's really relating