This is the strain I feel.
These are the thoughts of those who fail.
This is someone real.
This is how we look when we break,
Never mind how it seems.
This is how we act under pressure;
When mourning wakes your dreams.
The light of what you love is lost,
And nothing else matters.
The world is senseless to your pain,
And tears your heart to tatters.
You live in your subconscious mind;
Reality is a test.
When the days begin with hidden fears,
And your nights fill with unrest.