An Inconvenient Truth

When I close my eyes
the tears start to build up.
I can’t hold them back,
and my eyes begin to swell.

My tears don’t fall;
they crash around me.
I don’t see anything,
but my own problems.

I can’t take it anymore.
I just set off and run.
I don’t know where I’m going,
or when I’ll be back.

Maybe I won’t ever return.

My heart is between a rock and a hard place,
a hard place that my heart has never seen before.
I’m standing there, waiting for it to end.
But it doesn’t. It won’t. And it never will.

I don’t understand.
Why is this happening to me?
I try my best to be a good person,
but I’m only punished for my good actions.

Living is harder than dying.
Standing his harder than hiding.
But I kept trying anyway,
because I’m not a coward.

But I’m finished.

Being optimistic no longer works,
I know, I’ve tried it.
The life of a pessimist is easier, anyway.
But that’s okay, I’m done.

I never even saw it coming.
It came out of nowhere.
It was an unexpected,
yet inconvenient truth.

What do I do?
Where do I go?
Nobody knows.
Because no one ever knows.

And no one ever tries,
except for me.
I used to try,
before this inconvenient truth.