Those moments when nothing seems right,
when the world's chaotic,
nothing can compare to the misery of
not knowing who you are.
Life's complex,
I've lived long enough to face the web of lies...
or so we thought.
It's all lies,
but ONLY in our minds.
Nothing ever lies,
we just believe and that may not seem so harsh or cruel,
but it truly is.
My world,this wounded world,
toys with my heart,
pulverizes it,
and screws with my life.
It shatters my very creation,
planting and haunting thoughts in my vulnerable head.
I'm lost in my own torturing state.
How ever do I release my soul?