Turning point

To me the more you believe the more disappointments that follow

The more you trust, the more they make you desire to achieve

At the end of the day, it's all fake

The world is fake

With fake people

And fake relationships

It's all the same

I carry the same heavy burdens everywhere I go .

Scars upon scars of longings of the past

Making solitude my sole companion became the last resort

In the dystopian society

I was forced to exist in

I could have just ran and escaped my world

At that point I realized that I didn't need to escape this planet

I needed to run from myself

In the midst of my mind

Wallowing on the graves of my dreams

Tortured to the point of no return

Silence became my friend in this midst of friends

The cold bark I chewed through

Leaving a sore feeling in my mouth

How did I become this person

This charity that passes herself off as a living creature

It moves and breathes and talks and bleeds

And yet she dead, Dead in herself and dead in thought

Forced to dance by the mocking music of her very own society

Will she ever be freed from her bondage

Will she ever experience that colour she use to know

The same when the most important person is with you

When everywhere becomes as bright as day

Yes that same color of happiness.

To her happiness is the door, the door that unlocks the gates of the unknown

Waiting for her to go and discover

If only I wasn't bound by the chains of my thoughts

It would have been the turning point.