Sunday, October 15, 2006

[wishful thinking]

i cant seem to find the words
the one's that i need to convey my every emotion
the few that seldom left me hanging
are now gone, and no where to be found

i dislike being here, alone
i feel like i'm choking
but that's only when i'm not sinking
i sink deeper every day
and every day i grow a little more scared

i've no words to describe it
no words left to take charge

in this moment i am empty
i cant even be comfortably numb
i'm just, nothing short of a void

fake smiles have become a profession

your words become hollow shells
that periodically hit me dead center
right between the eyes

i need something, someone, him, myself..
i reach out and no one reaches back..

death would be nice.

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