My Dark, Twisted Side

Poem 8

Happiness.
A thought
A hope
A wish
Sometimes never fulfilled.
Words aren't thought about,
Just blurted out
Or flowing out
Like water and it's waterfall
Falling
Flowing
Moving
Free and unthinking.
Like many of us want to be...
Free from our thoughts
Our lives
Our dark souls,
Unthinking about the troubles of life
Of people
Of home
Unsure of what path to take
Left or right?
Left in revenge or the thirst for freedom
Or
Right in spite.
You think
You dream
You speak...
But do you ever listen?
To the unspoken words in their eyes,
The way they walk,
The way they stop talking so they don't annoy or disturb
Do you listen?
Do you hear?
The way they don't ever cheer
For, in this life,
You want to be able to hold the knife
And cut
Anything and everything out of your life
In order to feel happy
And whole
Once more
In order to  not feel broken or numb anymore
Smiling with the sun
Dancing in the rain
Sleeping under the stars
Carefree
At least, for a moment more.