Denial

You ask me how my day was and I say fine.

You have no idea that my heart is in denial. And my mind is completely blank.

My happiness is gone as I walk in this world.

The thoughts in my head have me wishing I was laying somewhere cold.

The smile is what people see on my face.

It’s just a poor reflection of a wounded soul.

The days are so long and the problems in my mind make me question if I should carry on?

Do you want to love or do you want to have fun?

The answers buried in the hell hole of sadness.

Everything I once dreamed of no longer seems important.

When I wake up from a night’s sleep I wonder if today will be a better day. Or will I feel less empty hearted?

Or will yet again it will be a burden from yesterday?