#recluceactivist

I only hear wimpers

But that doesn't seem enough

Words are the only thing I have

But my intelligence seems daft

Be strong I write

But the pen shakes in my hand

You are beyond this I add

But my past still haunts me

A hug will warm you

But inside I am as cold as I could ever be

Sometimes words are not what they seem

They are just masks we adorn

To fight the demons beneath

She responds she is okay

But I know that was just a veil

Sometimes I wish souls could be read as books

emotions mixed up

A tearstained aura they depict

Nothing is alive inside

A casket is all that remains

The cold ices all ounces of joy

I only reap losses from gains

I no longer smile

Only a crack is left

I no longer ooze with joy

My world is turned over

I no longer laugh

My voice chokes when I try to

I no longer feel the need to live

Inside I died a long time ago

The sky is gay

But the day is straight

A few minutes past eight

I'll surely know where my fortunes lay

I am willing to pay

Though am not in debt

Attention dearly needed

For dreams of brighter days

A day full of light

But not in dire plight

To what heights should I measure up?