Stretched into a tare I feel me losing again. The bridge between both sides is burning within. Two pieces of self is at the mercy of those who say they care. Intent is on display as I drip into a puddle down there. Far below the most wicked pain. Here I stand caught in the middle of everything I have to gain. Falling away from me is the life taken from my eyes. Damn me if I’m simply just trying to make it through this life. I’ll smile on my way out for others to see what they’ve caused. It’s always after the fact that real thoughts climb then walls. And this is it. Another dagger lunged to settle deep that didn't even try to miss. I'm in the crossfire as I hold on until there's nothing of me left. As I feel the contents of all the good leaving my chest. It's those closest that forget compassion of what it takes to coexist. Forcing a divide that cuts new wounds released from familiar lips. Acceptance is a breakdown from one angle or the next. And this is what's said to be a life truly blessed. I'm turning inward to find strength so they don't hurt me with their selfish ways. With a wonder of do they even see the torture I'm hiding upon my face. Is the fatigue of reoccurrence of hard times surfacing yet? Or is this what I was made to be treated like the rest. Friendly faces frown and it's not my fault. People are so conceited but aren't as conscious as they claim or there'd be a pause. Before luv is lost or even damaged by trusted hands. I'm somewhere trapped in a bubble that's losing air. I'm afraid to swim. Why can't they figure a way to get along so I too can be as happy as their vibrating ribs. Ooh, that dreadful ache of loneliness is coming back. I don't want it as I fear I cannot dodge its grasp. This situation refuses to fix itself with characters that haven't a consideration for me. And yet I'm the one that listens to issues to smooth out the wrinkles so we can all live the dream. So where do I fit in to the chaos I didn't cause? Do I even need to entertain egos that ignore their own flaws? The destruction from an undeveloped mind that thinks it's figured out the way things ought to be is unreal. When wisdom speaks fluent usefulness that's shunned as if I haven't a few times over already healed. Immaturity runs deeper than arrogance as both are taking turns abusing a pure passion fading fast. This is when moments aren't being made just to go without the comfort of enjoying the emotional use as the memory is soon to look back at an empty past. How many smiles are to be missed due to the unwillingness put out on display? How much disappointment can the heart take prior to how it adapts to being betrayed? I'll smile when I'm dead. It'll be for the best...
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