A Reason for Me

Their is so much beauty in my sadness
Yet so little in my smile
So over time, after a while
It seems despair has become my style

Rainbows and butterflies
And gently falling flowers
Just can't hold their own
Next to blood soaked crumbling towers

And nights lost in lonely hours

Sunshine and happiness
Sighing with pleasure in the gentle breeze
Just doesn't captivate the mind
Like recounting the nights spent bound on my knees

Fresh cut grass on a summer's day
Watching my beautiful children play
Just wont make a dull and broken life
Seem any less lifeless and gray

However, bleeding out my wounded heart just may

Seeing others laughing with joy
And loving life
When yours seems a constant battle
It cuts like a knife

Seeing the results of another
Usually so strong and brave
Attempting to use a pin
To try and dig their own grave

Makes us feel a bit better about how we behave

So I will slice open my heart
And pour out my deepest regrets and desires
Believe me, my friend
Those that claim not to relate
Are just liers

So maybe those who happen to see
My pages soaked and dripping in agony
Will feel a bit less alone, less broken
And connect through written empathy

Maybe in this I can create a reason for being me...

Maybe