A Brutal World

I’m stumbling through a clouded forest …. While lying silently in my bed Fighting for every ounce of courage - trying to clear my head There are many questions I ask myself - Before walking out the door In order to be assured - I’ll make it home once more Should I continue to pretend - That everything’s ok. Put a smile across this face - and head out for my day Or should I in my pain admit: “It’s all too much for me” “I’ve grown tired of wandering through a world - Filled with such brutality ”