u eva sat with tears in ya eyes jus needin some help.?. knowin everything you've tried til now jus wasn't felt... it hurts in ways locked doors bring out the truths... turnin the mind inside out lookin for a cure... a way as will has always been at the edge of gettin it in... yet, when alone... missin a place called home... not knowin which way to turn... it fuckin hurts... always puttin on a smile to entertain others who have no clue... the breakin down occurs when the silence calls a truce... givin in to the pain as the heart feels the gift of others willin to tare someones life apart... as a friend is needed to piece together a work of art... beneath the surface secrets hide... there's things not even lips wanna speak of inside... emotion acts as a cancer eatin away what should feel so good... only if one could... as fightin depression is a daily task... fakin expressions behind the mask... coverin the misfortune of givin it all... as it goes it was lost as enjoyment simply isn't recalled... corruptin the attempt to have a normal life... sheddin friends along the way bcuz attachments clutter reason of why... passion shuts out the feel of anything that isn't about tryin to go home... a place anymore that's gone unknown... as the whereabouts cry in the wind goin unheard by those it mean the most to... findin solitude is the only comfort after all the abuse... turnin on societies ways that make no fuckin sense... the ache sends ripples to remind the bs so intense... u eva felt the emptiness claim u whole.?. needin it to release u so u won't grow cold... it's miserable sittin without what most take for granted... as eyes fill to the overflow of desires chanted... realizin effort jus ain't neva a fuckin nuff... jus wantin it all to end as u jus cannot give up... the suffering isn't seen by others goin on about their lives... as botherin them is only pitty beggin to be intertwined... thrown back as a weakness with nowhere to go... jus wantin to go the fuck home... walls hear the desolation pleadin in disbelief... collapsin at times down upon the knees... it's a sting that stabs a soreness not everyone can handle... as it's free will bein manhandled... u eva stepped within the tenderness that gasped for air.?. findin u hide the refusal of becomin frail... losin self n grievin in mirrors so tired of the wounds... have u eva wondered, how you've come to be immune.?.
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