someone else's...

never to come back into focus they change to land in someone else's arms... after the fight of an addiction self will be left with the pain felt in an emptied heart... tears dry in the time it takes to suffer watchin self become the enemy... caring enough to be hated jus wantin them to regain consciousness n live with life's expectancy... free from the downward descending even if it places them in someone else's eyes... as the end of the road results in death or never to feel them close enough to enjoy their sensitivities... for the maturities awaken to realize they choose a different friend other than who we become... jus wantin to get through as that one person they can count on before their well being is overdone... they'll never return the way they stepped away from luv willing to rescue a friend in need... transformed by the hate created by a monster broken down by character falling away from dreams... taken by surprise of what substances can truly do... everything rearranges as that one held is no longer an option to be put to use... standing alone in the middle of life wondering who in the fuck can step to level of luv expressed... comin from the caved in chest so self can believe in how two people mingle without the chaos sharing interests... as truths have no quarrel to the tongue transferring the fire on to the next being told yet another forever... as the waiting of depths heal from losing a partner that failed to hold it together... the tortured hope dies to be resurrected one day that may take some time... shaken by errors that obtain a better sense of what is to be allowed by a new hype... as the hardest thing is to know is they luv'd u but are to far gone as someone else's cling reaons with what's been prolonged... hearing everyone around spit sound into thin air as the cannot endure how deep the cut digs beneath how unfair seems so wrong... witness to their rebound if they make it through as they find comfort in someone else's presence comin back to life... as the head shakes jus thinking if it wasn't for the drugs the mirror wouldn't havta lie.... speaking on how self needs to somehow overcome the texture chard by relations that ended by negligence to say the least... not knowing how to respond to such a beast will take every once of emotion n cripple intent into defeat... as there's no way to compete with the gain that drifts into the grips of someone else's smile... showing the desire one has to replace the betrayal with self worth as the loss is more than words could eva tame actions so juvenile... moving on in a mindset without the connection that was never meant to end so soon... like closing the doors to passion until the feel wares off from the swinging of doors of a so called saloon... having a natural addiction within to the laughter caused by luv's twisted game... they'll resent the attempt to save them by leaving promises in the wind fading like the flavor of their very own name... having to say goodbye instead of i'll see u in a lil bit hurts in ways nothing feels the same... as days come n nights claim the correction of who it is that is to come from within n live with the tone of someone else callin out nicknames...