Somewhere between peace and discourse. The lonely dont know how to be quiet. We dont have the solution when we choke on our insecurities. No one ever listens. We go unseen. Not until blood gets shed, do others ever seem to see... See the reaction not the cause. Collapse in the mist, vision lost. How depressing do I sound to those you cant comprehend the darkness we swim in. How desperate we truly are, for some type of comfort; abandoned by contact. I hate what my eyes see, perceiving a world no others conceive. If I gave it a name, I would call it delusion. If I gave it a purpose, I would seek all the things that defined my uselessness. I know Im not dead, because the dead arent this haunted. People are monsters, my self included. Look at a rose, and smile at the wilted. But dumping water wont bring back the color. I touch it, I miss it, I want to embrace it. But it crumbles at any sign of interest. Im not happy, nor satisfied with man. I want to disappear, before they can hurt me again. Who am I to complain, how can I deny Your love? Of the things Ive learned, youre the one thing I always seem to want.
Posted on: Sun, 18 May 2014 01:43:58 +0000
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