Asking Unanswered Questions
These are questions she asks herself from day to day.
How can she pretend life is okay?
How much longer till she breaks?
How much longer till they see her smile is fake?
Can you relate?
Let me elaborate:
She’s talked to a dozen people about this and she’s still right where she started.
Now I’m not saying all this because it rhymes,
This is what really goes down in my mind.
I been cowering behind this 3rd person POV
Because the thought of being truthful is too much for me
I put on a show for everyone else to see
But that ain’t really me
And they ain’t never gonna see the real me
Because I’m hiding behind this mask but I want to be set free
Set free from all the emotion and turmoil you caused inside of me
And I’m telling it to you straight, Satan
Father of Catastrophe
They wanna tell me it gets better?
That imma be okay?
They be telling us that to keep us from running
Truth is they need us here so they can keep running
Running towards their future while I’m running from my past
Each heartbreak be worse than the last so I must not be running that fast
But how am I gonna be here for you if you ain’t gonna be here for me?
Those are the questions we all should be asking
But where the answers at?
The second coming to suicide
You hide under my pride
In stride with my temper
Which rises and falls like the tide
I plead the fifth
There is power in silence
No need for violence just careful guidance
As I try to figure out why I can’t stop crying
Depression captures my soul
Satan plays his role as the oppressor
He achieves his goal and I fall into his hole
The migraine takes a toll
Anything to numb the pain and I’m sold
Prescribe what you desire
Anything, throw my body into the fire
And at my funeral, have David play the lyre.
Demons, do not wake her
Let her have peace in her slumber
Do you ever wonder
When you scream, it’s like lighting and thunder
Where is her refuge in the storm
Sad to say that this is the norm
They say they mean no harm
But why are there bruises running down her arm?
Why the look of rage on your face?
Why so terrified to catch a case?
Why the sudden grace?
This change of pace will not erase
The damage that has been done
She hides from the sun
A child of the dark
All your hurtful remarks were the spark
To the fire within that burns and tears her apart
It starts with her heart
The very core of her existence
Maybe for once if you would just listen
For she cannot withstand
The blows from your bare hands
Maybe, just maybe, it will end
In Night, she has made a friend