The Only One of Truth

It’s dark out now, there’s a chill in the air; the sun has set, the day is gone. Just like the night I find myself alone, questioning why society has settled to sleep and left me to be the only one of truth. My story is tragic, often times misunderstood; I've stood in their shoes danced around, grasped the feeling and have fallen, broken, where I am now Society forces us to hide away to keep all our pains a secret, as if we don’t feel this hurt. Sometimes when they talk, their eyes wander to me; paranoia, enforced by past, sets in with the stares. I hold myself high, faking a grin, hiding the scars. The pain continues, no one really understands; don’t know why I continue fighting. Taking on life, welcoming on the stress: I can’t take this, it’s too much. Can’t see until I draw blood, the knife sitting above my skin: I’m addicted. It’s dark now, the chill colder than ever; my sun has set, feel life slipping away. Like night, I’m completely alone, questioning why society sleeps leaving me, the only one of truth.