It's Useless

When the sun rises where does the darkness go?
Inside my heart, rushes back its safehaven,
Like a scarred child to their wavering mother's breast.
Yet they would never know,
How darkness consumes my soul,
How could they know when I talk, think, and act as they do?
I remember the day everything all changed,
The time I spent alone, holding my sides.
There is no hiding in a house of a thousand boxes all compacting the same story.
Who would want me?
As we scream out, my voice is lost. Yet we all remain silent.
We continue to scream, knowing it's useless.
We, are useless.
We full well know we cannot pierce through the sticky yellow years of self-obsessed ignorance caked throughout their ears.
Walking Dead.
They are dead to us, and to them,
We are shorelines crashing voiceless. Silence.
As the darkness reaping my heart leaves me, and enters the night sky,
It surrounds me. And though I am surrounded,
By sadness and chaos,
Pain and anger,
The huge conflict inside,
I have become a creature of the night.