Down, down in the dark, I call home

I am surrounded by quiet stones

The bones they do not ever bother me

I can be whoever, whoever I want to be

Stones etched with weathered names

Why they left, from where they came

With dates to mark the passage of time

Of their lives and of my decaying mind

One stone has no name and no date

On someone, it calls and does wait

Then, then I will be where I call home

Just resting with all the other bones

I fall to the ground, my tears fall with the rain
Life slowly leaves my body in the day to day drain
I fight all the voices that say I'll never be enough
But they're winning the battle, I want to give up

But then when I get where I'm headed, that feeling
Makes up for all the joy that pain has been stealing
You have to go through storms to get to the treasure
Sometimes you gotta feel pain to get to the pleasure

A gloomy start, is the part, where i get surrounded by the dark, no pathway is clear, no light to be seen, but you come over and step in between, the walls are so high; I feel like I'll die, I'm trapped in a cage with no known escape, the color of red is seen on my head, but why do I feel so mislead? A blanket of trust, made from cotton, would soon disappear and be all forgotten. like a wrinkle in paper, The damage is done, but when it's your turn, it isn't so fun.

Walking in our front door,
a multi-colored package in my hand
promising something has arrived for someone

“Is that something for me?”, her playful query
“No, it’s just my meds from the good doctor.”
“Still seems like a gift for me.”, her reply