Wasting away...

So much life going on within. N yet, time ticks as if self has nothing to give. With every night the empty sinks into the heart. Alone is a battle seeking some sorta charm. With unused attempts to be happy. And less than perfect reasons to feel crappy. Being torn between able and refusals creates an aches. It's a stagnant repulsive desire to be left alone. As in the same sense it be nice to share a home. With so much bottled up going to waste. The isolation comforts the safety of the sane. The ones losing their minds behind the walls. Locking the doors so the world can forget as they suck in a pause. Creeping along with passion begging to be freed. So another can feel the build up stunned at thee. To be the difference even they wish to enjoy. Filling depths to concur the void. There's a warmth in the chest defeated by the mind. Protected and yet restricted to live up to the hype. Held in is the makings that could be felt in smiles for years. As the only thing escaping from time to time is a single fucking tear...