My mind is painted red, from all the death I’ve witnessed
My heart is too heavy to hold in my chest…from all the guilt I feel…
Even though I have never harmed a single soul
Still I carry a conscience too dark to heal,
And I wonder why…
Why I feel guilt for the wrong all the people did to me
Why I feel pain for every faceless soul that left too soon
by the hands of a heartless monster…
Sometimes I wish I was evil as they are
So I don’t know sorrow nor despair
So I don’t know love nor hope…
As it is too painful to have it ripped away
Every single time i wake…
I wonder if I have a bigger heart than those around me…
or am I too weak to face the pain that surrounds me…
Is my soul too innocent, to battle all the struggles that found me?