Who, What, When, Where, Why?

Where does one go to find their way?
When all their hope has gone astray?
Where can one run with tear stained cheeks?
With pent up pain that's built for weeks?
I've stood here and wondered this.
Shooting arrows just to miss.
My room a cage I just can't take.
This smile on my face is fake.
Painted on with subtle care.
Just so folks won't stop and stare.
I feel so lost and sick and dead.
Over the things I went and said.
I've realized things I should have known.
I've seen the pain that I had sown.
And now I'm wandering this place.
A love that's gone without a trace.
Where do I go when life goes south?
When only hurt pours from my mouth?
What do I do to make things right?
I'm so far left I just can't fight.
To feel you in my arms again.
To say the words I write in pen.
To heal my heart beat black and blue.
A chance to mean it. I love you.