I come from a dark place,
A place of too many why’s and not enough how’s.
A place where questions have no answers.
A place that I call reality.

They ask me to do it, so I do it.
They ask why I did it, I did it for them.
They say to do it for me.
Who is me, and why should I care?

My efforts were nought for fame,
Just done out of fear.
I soon decided they were in vain
There would be no happiness here.

Woods around me, dual wielding knives, a bottle of pills,
Is this what I want? What do I want?
Does it have to matter, why don’t I just try?
No chance of this, no chance of that. How about this?

No way is this it.

Surrounded by white walls, misery foreboding, is this what I seek?
No, it’s not.

I’ll look forward and smile, I don’t need to know why,
I’ll be happy again, just need to know how,
I’ll write my life forward, before I write away,
Give it time, give it hope,
Life will move forward.

In the future I will cringe, for what my past self considers art.
But smile and know why.

All poems will stop, as will this one,
But life will go on, and so shall I.