Beyond the Dawn

On the morning dawn never came
It was then that I knew
Our voices screaming in unison
Forever reaching, forever hoping
No matter how loud we yell
It echoes of the walls
Over, and over, and over
And one fateful morning,
The day the dawn never comes

I realized that with all the confusion
The echoes, the broken tiles,
The blood and tears of old memories...
Somewhere, in there, I had forgotten
What it truly means to live

And though I had been screaming
The only one to hear my voice
Was myself, for the echoes became me
And I ceased to be.

In the morning,
for me the dawn won't come.
Let me be a lesson to you,
To those I left behind,
Don't waste your life screaming.
Instead, as my last request,
I ask you to reach out to someone like me

Save them, be their crutch,
And by distracting yourself
From the broken room you have inside
You will, infact, be your own hero.

I wish I had your strength.