I stand at the top of a hill
A scream that curdles the blood,
deafens the ears,
rattles the bones.
Yet-- no one hears.
I feel lost and alone among all these people.
Yes, people I call friends,
but are they really friends if they don't know?
Know that this life isn't enough.
That they fail to fulfill what I need from them.
What I whisper and scream--
in feverish fits--
is of no consequence if none shall hear me.
What is there to live for
except for this hope that I hold inside me,
this hope that a bright light will blind me.
Blind me and make me see
a whole new meaning.
For now I live in darkness,
of the mind, soul, and body.