Diary Poem by Eden Sheffroth

Have you ever sat down and just thought about what your missing?
I'm so consumed by this rhythm and rhyme and the pain in my heart
I am dead inside, my soul a withered shell that turns to dust at a touch
How can I make a difference in anything that I do?

I watch the people walk by this dusty window, covered with the streaks
Of heartfelt souls eager for the taste of life and purpose
While I sit here a storyteller with a long forgotten story and no verse
No words to convey the pain in my hearts carcass

The sobbing sounds of the cello, where does it come from?
It's music haunts this silent room and causes my still blood to flow
Makes my cold hands warm and my glossy eyes blink
Yet it finishes and leaves me with my heartbreak

There are those that say I know too much of happiness
What can I know of pain and defeat?
Someday you will hear my untold story and see all my past laid bare
And wonder how I still stand

But until that moment arrives I will sit here, waiting until class begins
Hope and dream for one more moment that life will bring me joy
And maybe I can finally stop writing
Maybe I can forget my pain and move on