Confusion

My heart races
and my tears fall down
my lungs open
but there is no sound

the feelings of confusion and past hurts surface the outside
id rather run away from this
then be taken in with the tide.

why do these things happen, in this world of mystery
why cant the past be left as history?

I cant bear to be confronted with the things that come through
I cant bear to be told one more thing that isn't true

I wish I had something to hold onto
to look forward to each day
something to excite me, and bless me in every way.