Archived Work 2

Why? (from approx '95-'96)

A knife enters my heart
and as it twists deeper
the pain, the torment, and the agony
force me to ask why.
I want to cry out,
but no one listens.
I try to find a soul mate,
but no one is there.
The questions are never-ending;
they hound my soul.
Day and night I am forced
to face the loneliness
that accompanies my life.
So I put on a smile,
and pretend to be carefree,
but the hole inside of me
will never close.
The pain inside of me
will never ease.
And the questions,
the questions will never end.
They will never go away.