I feel like I am alone in this world. Alone. In other words, away. I feel like I am away from this world. I am alone, I am away. I do not exists. I do not speak. I do not socialize. Who is there? Who is there to talk to? Who is there to socialize with? Who is there to hear my feelings? Who is there to care. Care of what I have to say. Not pretend. Not because you have to.
Yes. I have problems. Problems which will haunt me for as long as I live. They will follow me. And if I try, Oh and I try. To hide them deep inside. In the inner core of my heart, as deep as my veins will let in, the problems will build up and my heart is only so small, to small in fact. That I will shed some tears and try my best to suck up of what feels as blood running down my cheek and a sorrow burst of only one feather dropping onto the mountains of pillows. My heart is now acing. My eyes are now red. My diary is wet. If only I can wash all the memories away with my crying eyes.
I do not know how I feel. I can’t find the words to describe it. It is there some were. In side of a maze, running in circles for hours each day. Running and running, never resting. I am looking acuallisly for my trapped feelings . I know they are there but they are gently receding away.
 chemicaldestiny · Thu Mar 18, 2010 @ 11:50pm · 1 Comments |
