Questions from the Closet
Ever wonder how it feels?
To know you're alone?
To pay your phone bill?
And never pick up the phone?
To ask a question?
And get no answer?
To feel so cold?
And never cure your cancer?
To breathe in lies?
And exhale truths?
To take your life?
Become a recluse?
To always wish?
To never have one granted?
Ever wonder what that's like?
Talking to walls?
Turning out your own light?
To be so hopeful?
And have it go dead?
To once have a chest?
To lay your head?
To once know happiness?
Then forget what that's like?
To not know wrong from right?
To cry all day?
And not know why?
Thinking you had friends?
Then wishing you had died?
To feel like a failure?
In the midst of success?
To watch from the sidelines?
And wish others the best?
Ever wonder how to trust?
When you put your heart out on your sleeve?
Then have it combust?
To always smile?
And never mean it?
To take a bath?
With blood in it?
To try your best?
And never make a true friend?
Yet still try again?
To spend a week in the hospital?
For failing to kill yourself?
And have no one notice you were gone?
To go to work?
Making people laugh?
And reaalizing too late they all think you're stupid?
Yeah..
Didn't think so.