Trapped

Sometime during the night my soul trapped itself inside my mind.

I walk through the day detached, watching from behind passive eyes.

I watch the emotion that plasters itself upon my face.

All day I wish for this to end, I wish for happiness.

But happiness is hard for me to find, it is be on the lake of tears.

These tears have been shed every night since I found the truth.

There is no way over this lake; the bridge will only come from hope.

Though my soul already knows that hope will not come.

Deep inside my mind the days grow even darker, one day I will be no more.

Inside there stands a clock, this clock counts down the days I have left.

I truly want that day to come, for all the pain to slowly wash away.

But every passing second is an eternity, an eternity for my pathetic mind to pray for hope.

Though I know that I am doomed, doomed to walk forever in this place of darkness.