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.
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