EXISTENCE

The harder I try and the more I seek,

The more weary my mind becomes, and my body weak. 

Thinking through all the sleepless nights. 

Afraid to face the brightness of tomorrow's light. 

Seeking answers to  my questions which may never be found. 

For my mind is so helpless it can only answer in whispering sound. 

Often my tears would fall without me knowing. 

And across my face, the teardrops started overflowing.

Every day I wake up feeling depressed. 

As I feel my existence does not matter and my opinions oppressed. 

Because of the feel of criticism I choose to hide behind my wall. 

Caving in on me, unable to escape as the walls keep growing tall. 

As i dragged my weary blisstered feet across the floor. 

I'm afraid to see the next pain and suffering that lies behind another door.