I don't expect anyone to understand, no one ever does. . .
hence the mask. . .
"damn. . . "
and then it's on fluttering eyelashes coy glances laughing smiling but it's almost always false. I can't help it
i built the wall around my heart for a reason and now damn it's falling. night comes bringing worries nightmares things uncontrolable unreachable the pain the emotions the visions the dreams locked up are let free and i can't always handle them. . .
protection was my best defense never becoming very close with anyone
hence the mask. . . . . . .
i brought the pain upon myself you could say dealing with life like this but it worked wandering never knowing never caring
. . . not really.
I think the real problem is this - no one stops to listen anymore. Will you come and smell the fresh air with me?
Scribe Azai · Sun Sep 06, 2009 @ 05:54pm · 0 Comments |