buried within...

what good is there if one has no luv to give.?.
as if nothing worth a fuck reside in a hole in a bottomless pit...
unable to share who self is with anyone said to be a foe...
labeled n categorized to be placed with the others in a row...
is there any use in a heart that refuses to work.?.
losing a sense of emotion that fell believing in words...
where does compassion drift to deep within hidden away.?.
gone like the feel of desires from the touch of the stray...
who is one trying to be loosening the grips of relations hushed.?.
when what's so easily felt never causes a ripple that resembles luv...
what is to come of those afraid to open the gates.?.
defeated mentally by choices made that rearranged their own face...
as life falls from the fingertips not wanting the pain to return...
how is it there are some who can't quite learn.?.
sinking within themselves as a captive to remain safe...
becoming numb to the expressions as to ignore their own name...
living among the struggle everyone else accepts as the norm...
gender role playing as if the majority is bored...
what is to come of the broken who insist no one truly cares.?.
walking through the population of repeaters unpaired...
on a solo mission due to the hurt changed the way their own vibe transformed...
buried in depths with no way to detect what would be resurrected if reborn...
n why is it so much damn better to be alone in the silence.?.
when self determines there is no such thing as a friend wanting to gain an alliance...
what gesture could possibly be of any positivity if to heal is forbidden to evolve.?.
is there a single piece of evidence to those who have awoken to be so lost.?.