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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