I don't know what to do anymore,
Lost for words as my friends are constantly moving away from this place,
I'm so afraid of whats coming 'round the next corner,
But what else can I do other than put on a fantastically brave face.

Uttering words of trust, dragging the truth form these murky waters,
Never believe I'd do this for you,
I'm making a song and dance over something you will never comprehend,
I don't do this for myself either it is all just something that I can now systematically do.

My soul is broken as it struggles along to find peace and comfort,
Leading me on again, bringing me to a show of hands,
Lost again in a world that is full of rampaging carnage,
And a place where everyone and no-one understands.

It's taken from me my last tie to my birthplace,
But my new life has to be re-born again and again,
Suicide and crashes do not help the grievance of the living,
It only helps the victims to find peace from this false state of imprisoning heaven.

My heart is numb now from the fact that so many have died,
I wont be able to take anymore if some else goes,
In the end we can not control death,
Only the life before it which like water never ceases to flow

Joanne Kearsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfection-requires-a-certain-degree-of-madness/