The unspoken
For every cry of help ignored every scream of pain gone unheard these are the unspoken words. How can we raise our voice if we have been silenced claimed by our own insanity. we are lost in our mind trying to find a way out because knowing who we really might be terrifying so we cry for help and yet we go unheard to those who promise I will all ways be there why lie no matter what you do no matter what you say or who you are will change that when you promise something like that you are giving false hope a poison that will hurt worse than you could ever fathom
Glass heart
My heart of glass is strong but not unbreakable and reality is the hammer smashing it again and again just pausing so it can heal so it will hurt just as much …show more content…
The agony consuming my very existence while those around me seem to think its just phase as they refuse to acknowledge it
Solitude
The coldness the constant chills the shadows cheering for they claim another victim while others around me disappear fading from my sight without a sound and I am alone consumed by the shadows soul being devoured screams of pain gone unheard
Why
Why was I just a toy was that my love to you why didn’t you just say no if you really didn’t care or feel the same way you could have just said no why didn’t you say no instead you said yes and toyed my heart lead me on why what was the point I didn’t force I didn’t make it public or told other people about it I wrote it with a choice I never wanted to force you or wanted To feel forced instead you decide to play me on all I ask is why I am not mad don’t get me wrong I’m just hurt if anything now I just wished you said no you didn’t …show more content…
in this world there are people like me who are flames in a monsoon we may burn brightly but it is only to bring on the end that awaits for us we have no hope of going on even though there are others like me we all walk different paths alone I am never destined to find love or be in love the path I walk is eternal solitude no matter what and the time for me to disappear is soon I want to fall into the madness there is little holding me back from doing it no matter what I promise to myself the false hopes and dreams are futile writing can numb this pain only a short time and finding other means to dull the pain is
For every cry of help ignored every scream of pain gone unheard these are the unspoken words. How can we raise our voice if we have been silenced claimed by our own insanity. we are lost in our mind trying to find a way out because knowing who we really might be terrifying so we cry for help and yet we go unheard to those who promise I will all ways be there why lie no matter what you do no matter what you say or who you are will change that when you promise something like that you are giving false hope a poison that will hurt worse than you could ever fathom
Glass heart
My heart of glass is strong but not unbreakable and reality is the hammer smashing it again and again just pausing so it can heal so it will hurt just as much …show more content…
The agony consuming my very existence while those around me seem to think its just phase as they refuse to acknowledge it
Solitude
The coldness the constant chills the shadows cheering for they claim another victim while others around me disappear fading from my sight without a sound and I am alone consumed by the shadows soul being devoured screams of pain gone unheard
Why
Why was I just a toy was that my love to you why didn’t you just say no if you really didn’t care or feel the same way you could have just said no why didn’t you say no instead you said yes and toyed my heart lead me on why what was the point I didn’t force I didn’t make it public or told other people about it I wrote it with a choice I never wanted to force you or wanted To feel forced instead you decide to play me on all I ask is why I am not mad don’t get me wrong I’m just hurt if anything now I just wished you said no you didn’t …show more content…
in this world there are people like me who are flames in a monsoon we may burn brightly but it is only to bring on the end that awaits for us we have no hope of going on even though there are others like me we all walk different paths alone I am never destined to find love or be in love the path I walk is eternal solitude no matter what and the time for me to disappear is soon I want to fall into the madness there is little holding me back from doing it no matter what I promise to myself the false hopes and dreams are futile writing can numb this pain only a short time and finding other means to dull the pain is