My world is crumbling around me
I shield my eyes from the debris
Remnants of horrors once buried inside
Personal hardships are building up
Alas, my smile is just a cover-up
The painful memories linger but hide
These are not psychological scars
That would infer a healing process has taken place
Sometimes I seem to be coping well
But deep down I was never more miserable
An explanation I can't provide
Beneath here, a fault line exists
Tectonic plates shift
The ground around me is splitting open wide
These are not psychological scars
That would infer a healing process has taken place
Embattled brains incur the blame...
Malicious wishes; what remains?
A solitary soul in a cluster of commotion...
Through crumbling valleys I roam
I've searched far and wide
For the crack in the twilight
To call home and crawl deep inside
Partake of the root
Meaning will follow suit
Reach pain's threshold, perhaps
(But) best to keep it all under wraps