One day you'll wake up and wonder--isn't someone missing?
Then you'll shed a tear because you miss the emptiness.
This sadness is my life; this overbearing theme pushing me further under, stifling each smile, burning beneath each forced note of laughed. What is pure joy...full hearted happiness? I no longer remember it's touch. My only friend is loneliness...my closest companion and yet my silent killer hiding behind a mask of composure and small mindless chatter. My heart is broken, but the pain becomes so numb. Such irony inside my soul.
It's amazing how quickly dreams can die--this silence is my heartbreak--this dreamless state is my fall--this depression is writing the end.
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