The world always oblivious to pain,

The pain that nothing can demonstrate,

That nothing could ever show,

That no one understands,

Always speaking a different language,

And making everything invisible to them.

Always hating the one that’s so lonely,

Always teasing it, always hurting it,

Expected to do so much where it can’t ,

Expected to do so little where it can do great things,

Always left out of things that would make it happy,

Even scorned by its so called friends.

Chosen to walk this lonely road,

A road with cold shadows every where,

Being second guessed without a care,

Where the road ends will be its sanctuary,

Its release from the pain it holds inside,

And never shows.

Maybe it doesn’t want others to know,

Know of the emotions inside,

Always pushing other people out,

Making an empty and cold world,

Punishing  its self for its actions,

And making the trip back to society so much harder to go to.

Always hoping there will be a light on the other side of the tunnel,

But the tunnel keeps on getting darker,

So dark no one can ever find it,

Lost inside its tunnel of insanity,

The insanity that draws it closer,