For those who have passed on.
Images burnt into the mind,
The scar leaving what’s behind,
Taking once what was mine.
I see a dark gloomy future of the past,
Asking myself if this will ever last,
Stuck in this endless void,
Within it is my trapped joy.
Screaming louder,
Not even you can hear,
Digging to find a single tear.
If you see me laugh,
Will you call me insane?
I’m just stuck inside this brain.
Is it so hard to ask for?
Your love?
My pain?
I love you.
No matter how much it rains.