Struggle is life’s way of strengthening it… yet because of it I’m stuck in a bottomless pit. Everything’s gone, truly nobody left… a few that once cared now all think I’m a pest.
All that was left was a tiny assurance, I’d be not alone, and retain my endurance. All that remained was a comforting sense, that some were still part of my life, present tense.
Through all that has happened I’m wrecked to oblivion, yet all they now see is a madman’s delirium. Feeling offended for things that I say, do not understand I am losing my way.
It is now that I’m weakened, can no longer bare, it’s now that my anger and grief drives me scared. It is now that I need those that said : “I’LL BE THERE”… it’s now that I’m falling, alone, in despair.
Yet nothing remains so I no longer care, life and its people are no longer fair. Trust I will probably never regain, in people and life, …always left me in pain.
If nobody cares if I live or I die, then why am I forced into trusting a lie… If nobody’s “there” when to darkness I’m drawn, then nobody cares if forever I’m gone.
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we
The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The