Questions

They say its fun, That its lovely outside, But to this point I am done, I will continue in the dark and hide, Why must I struggle to fight, When what I fight for will be a dream, One that cant exist in the truth and light, Let my harmless dream remain, I don't want to open my eyes, I don't want to see the sky, For when I do I see what I left behind, And see that my happiness was really bind, In wretched vines of countless lies, But will that suffering be worth?, Will I be able to move forth?, What if I like it in the sky?, What if I let this part of me die?, Can I really live if I let my dark heart bleed?, Will I sow a new seed?, Can I grow from my dark hole?, Brushing off these burning coals?, Why cant I do the task?, Why do I sit here and continue to ask?, I want to take my wounds with me, I want them to feel the same breeze, I am willing to take the pain, I know many will see me insane, But maybe I can bleed for them, Just maybe I can shine like a gem, Maybe I will be valued, Though a lovely dream that be, I really must accept what of these, They are but scattered words, That I send upon the breeze, Hoping they may he carried away from me, And I may no longer bleed.