Will i spend all my life
trying to forget?
Filled with hate, rotting with emotion and pain?
Will i turn things around or simply drift through as i always have? Alone, withering without a shred of self respect.
Questions, questions; questions. Dripping and oozing out of my very soul and being as a lie here. Melting my blistered heart with an flame which even a simple gesture could extinguish. It is rare though, resembling standing in a sea of people but not a drop of friendship to drink, an inquenchable thirst for human interraction but everyone is so salty and bitter.
Roses they are, beautiful and mysterious, yet every one has its thorns; it's quite deceptive.
Its gloomy, a pale orange light is illuminating my prison from outside my cells window; it does not need bars to contain me. They are constructed by the nightmares of my past.
I wish i had answers for all these questions right now. Time is moving so quickly as i get older, however it simply is not moving as swiftly as i would like. What can i do to drown these emotions that plague me? How does everyone else make happiness look so easy? Socializing look so easy? Friendship look so damn easy? And finally, love; how do you make somebody utter those 4 words which i have never experienced?
I guess if you don't even love yourself; how can anyone else love you?
I apologize for my insane ramblings. I guess i got carried away. You're so pathetic, my heart bleeds for you.
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