Sorrows of the Dead

My black backpack is filled with broken dreams
Covered by tears from eyes filled with pain.
Bet you didn't know you caused this
Bet you never cared.

My whole world is surrounded by darkness
Entities of the past are my only aquaintance
You see the smile on my face everday?
Acting like its okay?

Yet inside im dying
Slowly
Painfully
I try not to show but the pain is getting to deep

I am dead
Walking with the living
The black sheep
In a room full of white

They say there is someone for everyone
With me the exception
Walking reality in a whole new spectrum
A new mind set of us all

Curse the black hearts
Of the ironically insane
Im sitting here
Telling you the sorrows of the dead

Im dying
Screaming
No one can hear

Ears tuned to a frequency
They want to hear
I plague the arrogance
that fills the mins of the innocent

I walk along side the ones
That have been here all along
The ones you tend to ignore
Open your mind to the sorrows of the dead