I'm in school now. I'm finished with my class..

Where can I go Where my heart's thought is valid? I am broken Tasting my own bittersweet medicine. Am I entitled to be happy? Am I entitled not to be alone? I am facing a cold stone wall Whispering thoughts my mind can't conceive. I buried myself in words Written by people enticed with themselves In this hollow cold space Hearing dirges I can only hear. My dear traveller, I wish you can feel my innermost being Feel the deep cut thru my chest I have proven silver cannot satisfy The deepest tragedies of my heart.