Along comes another smile...

With another smile to come along the fight is on... The wall goes up n the shit down hides holes that's been torn... As the refusal to heal is just ventilation as i breathe... Making it easier to feel the flow of the breeze... Though it brings yet another stranger triggering the fear... With self goin back inward attempting to avoid words lips want me to hear... When the silence sounds better than what week eventually fade... Voices last as long as yesterday coming up from tomorrow stuck with a familiar face... Here comes an adaption demanding worth... A soon to be friend where nothing is ever good enough just to claim that it hurts... In the moment of sharing a lil time... But is it to gain an earning to be in my life.?. Coming outta nowhere are inquiries using selfish interests they cannot see... Unable to witness the difficult choice that must be made of simple lil daydreams... For thoughts are created by an imagination that doesn't live in the real world... I'm jus trying not to have my fingers buried into my fists as they curl... Due to luv brings hate if deptgs are bout considered in the indivudual that stands alone... Knock knock knock, the heart vibrates from a tappong wanting into my home... Shaking behind the locks... Watching hands spin around hours looking up at the clock... There's one more digging a tunnel to get to me... As my anxiety bounces off the walls jus thinking about the day they leave... At the end of everything i am to open up to they means nothing at all... I sit on my solitude chuckling jus to listen to reason echo off the walls... The one true thing that's been there line no other had ever felt me from within... This gesture constructed is a twist shaped into a grin... A defense mechanism that doesn't seem to work... As the presence of a possible luv'r lurks... Waiting for a reply to actions put into play... What is the mind to decide when all it craves is to escape.?. With eyes awaiting something different to come along... To touch a deeper texture ever so raw... Rare to the sinking beneath the skin... Truly living in between the tickle of each n every rib... There's a new figure telling me nights would be so much better if they were laid up by my side... As i collapse jus wanting to die... Petrified of what it is yet to come... Drifting back n forth in no need to get along with the rush... The struggle tugs a pull to give in or be folded by another passerby... I believe my brain has finally been fried...