SITTING IN THE DARKROOM
I am sitting in the dark room, Just so I can be invisible, The silent echoes of unbelievable gloom, I wish I could escape, But the pain is invincible, A relentless storm I cannot outrun, So I let it consume me, Even when I choose to be alone. I am sitting in the dark room, Haunted by thoughts of PEOPLE, People who teeter on the edge of doom, Their lives are tangled in webs of trouble, I see their silent cries, Feel their unspoken fears, And I wish I could save them, But how can I? When I, too, am drowning in the same darkness. I am sitting in the darkroom Just so I can feel free, Forget about the walls closing in, Maybe that's a good relief; At least It stops me from jumping off the cliff.