Stroll Through a Falling Rock Zone in My Subconscious

My world is crumbling around me I shield my eyes from the debris Remnants of horrors once buried inside Personal hardships are building up Alas, my smile is just a cover-up The painful memories linger but hide These are not psychological scars That would infer a healing process has taken place Sometimes I seem to be coping well But deep down I was never more miserable An explanation I can't provide Beneath here, a fault line exists Tectonic plates shift The ground around me is splitting open wide These are not psychological scars That would infer a healing process has taken place Embattled brains incur the blame... Malicious wishes; what remains? A solitary soul in a cluster of commotion... Through crumbling valleys I roam I've searched far and wide For the crack in the twilight To call home and crawl deep inside Partake of the root Meaning will follow suit Reach pain's threshold, perhaps (But) best to keep it all under wraps