Can I Still Be

This is just something I wrote while I was upset. It's not my first poem, but it is the first I'm letting anyone read so any feedback would be great!

Can I still dream
if the line of happiness is blurred
into a muddy mess while the rain pours
and even the sky can see humans
have no humanity

can I still love
if the trust that brought me up
crumbled with every word he spoke
until buried under ten feet of ash only remains left
to be discovered years later
by the bravest souls

can I still live
knowing
those who pass before me could make a difference
while I'm the one left
I suppose then
it must be true if not me
then you

since the good truly do die young
too innocent for a world so cruel
angels guide them away to a place
where goodness is pure
and love exists
outside the boundaries out your imagination

Author's Note

Ignore grammar and punctuation problems
What do you think?

Reviews

[That One Person]

So touching.... Sometimes being upset is the best inspiration to write (that's what I normally do). It really captures the sense of hopelessness that is inevitably felt after a traumatizing/upsetting experience. You write very well, and I hope you will post more poems (and I also hope you're not too upset anymore) :)