no matter how many ways words can be twisted there's an emptiness at the end of the day...
feeling the creepiness of depression come from the shadows to touch the flame...
n it ain't until the memories that follow refuse to hide the taunting of the mind remembering the pain...
manipulating the emotion through thoughts that possess the need of a friend absent with so much luv to gain..
saddened sighs curl up n linger as if the tears that has already fallen aren't enough to help self escape...
the mind collapses behind closed doors to a feeling of hopelessness that controls the fear triggered by the remains...
as all that's needed is someone to be a different kinda real than what's seen as empty brains...
for the solitude catches the slippage created in depths that have gone completely insane...
living with self in silence so lost direction cannot find its way...
with no one to care enough to spill pieces of usefulness when it's the trust issue that cannot be saved...
it drifts with the rest of the securities whether the sun shines or the moon sleeps over flat plains...
time hurts in a forever sense of being unable to feel the gift of life due to it always tends to rain...
all hope is gone when the chill settles in the texture jus wanting a warm body to never let go of wrapped in yet another unforgettable embrace...
n that's when the scariest turn of events runs away n makes excuses to ride solo with no desire to open up n explain...
terrified of another's interest to begin a new chapter for real friends are so hard to find as the crowd has more than one face...
stuck is worth caught in a trap within the core tossing n turning so fuckin afraid...
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