terça-feira, 4 de maio de 2010

Living is the slowest way to die


Screaming and no one listens

Hurting and no one sees

Dying and no one cares

How to fill this emptiness?

Every waking hour is torture,

Every second of life is pain

When is it, that one moment of your life where you learn to hide, where you learn to become a splintered soul?

How is it that you can seem to shine the brightest, smile the happiest, appear to be perfectly whole and all the while feel you are not there, that you are in the darkest corners of your mind yearning to be free, to feel something other than the despondency that became your true self.

How to stop this pain, this utter despair that grips so fiercely and doesn’t let go? How to truly live life and not just feel it sweep past you… untouched, unscathed, unnoticed…

Disappearing,

Fading away into nothingness,

Going to sleep and dream and never leave my dream

Oh how I wish for something and how I fear that something.

Nothing makes sense

I try to hold on but my grip is loosening

The tears remain unshed.

No cleansing for me.

No redemption, no salvation, nothing.

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