The Heartache of Lock Up

I'm locked up. I am not breathing much. My space is small.

My mind racing as I pass through the halls. I cannot breathe, it is a suffocation of the heart.

I am gasping for air with this thing stuck in me, this dart.

I am making the most of my time and I am doing the Best that I can.

It feels like I am the sad song coming from the band.

I'm locked up, but it is only for the best.

I will get stronger and move on from this mess.

Will things get better? I do not know.

I put on my fake smile and give everyone a show.

Every time I look around, I see a new mess that I have made.

My life is that man who broke my heart, and I have been played.

I am not sure if I will ever get there to a place that I feel good.

There are many wonderful things to smile about so I probably should.

Except, I live in a dark world that is very empty and cold.

This freezing breeze has followed me from infant to old.

I need this to get better so I can show my face and smile.

I pray that this time, the happiness will last for a while.

Everyday I seek Peace in my life,

but instead I get the daggers and bleed from the knife.

It cuts me to pieces and it hurts my soul.

All I want is to be better and to feel whole.

I might have messed up, but my world can only get stronger from here.

Life does move on. Than, I will smile, clap and I shall cheer!