Serenity

Here's a fragment of the broken shards of glass in my mind, Glass so elegant, crystal and divine. Why can't my thoughts be clear, Like the cloudless sky on a perfect day? Why can't I sleep, Without feeling the weight of an invisible burden on my shoulders? Why can't I close my eyes, And not see flashes of my past behind my eyelids? Will I ever be truly happy, Without faking it? I guess I'll never know... I've got this messed up blizzard of thoughts in my head.