Trapped Poem by Bo Edward Lawrence

I feel trapped,
In a place of darkness!
I can hardly see my finger tips that i have right in front of me.
sometimes i ask myself, WHAT IS THE POINT OF LIFE?
to breath?
to love?
to create?
to destroy?
Then i wonder if the answer is really something i want to know!
Why do we hurt the people that care for us so much?
we take honest love for granted and trade it away
for love that is far from authentic
why is it more beautiful to be lied to then told the honest truth?
Have we lost our minds?
Maybe its because we are frustrated!
Desperate!
Instead of solving our problems we stuff them deep into our closet
only to shut them and try to forget about them.
Unfortunately that closet seems to be overflowing
Now we must face our guilt and everything we ran away from!
But one day those demons will consume us
but for now
I am Trapped,
Trapped in my tears
consumed by my lies
the only thing close to holy is my cross dangling from my neck!
this world that once was a beautiful haven
is now a cage.