Wonder
From the silence of my despair I sit and wonder why.
Is it the things that I have done, or is it my faith that has left me broken and alone?
To see the good in people and to trust is the hardest thing one can do.
To smiles as you bleed inside and hope that others see.
No one has even tried, to save, or to set me free.
Now I sit at this crossroad, my soul battered and bruised, the choice to sleep, or walk alone and bleed.
To have faith or to lay my burden to rest, only time will tell.
I ask this of thee, a question I could never answer.
If you have no reason to go on and hurt every day, why do you plead, why do you pray?
You have faith in beings you can never see, who can never hold, and never perceive.
How is it you can live when there is no happiness for thee?
I sit and watch and wonder.
Humans then are an interesting breed, I watch and hope and bleed.
There is goodness and light and love.
Even if one such as me has never known.
They make me smile, and I feel at peace to be shackled here, for at least I get to see.
In the end, I can hope that ether I'll be set free;
Or they will live out their dreams, even as my last breath leaves me