What is this feeling in my chest?
I am well aware, I have no lover.
Might this be a test?
No one has the strength to fight forever.
When does it go away?
Or does it go away at all?
Will it with me, till the end of time, stay?
Will it stick to me till it brings me to my fall?
Am I bound to live with the pain?
Will it paralize me and make my life end in vain?
Friends, family, are they really there?
They say they care.
When they lie to themselves, they're bound to believe the lie.
But why would they lie, tell me, why?
Is it to become more lovable?
Or is it the fear that the opposite would make them bad people?
Would then their mistakes be forgivable?
Would being extra nice make them good people?
Lies and deceit.
The more they exist, the more I feel like the ground is shaking under my feet.
Free me, leave me be.
Save me, I beg of you, throw me the key.
For one day I might look back at this.
Will my eyes seem sorrowful?
One day they will stop, the hits.
One day, they will stop being so cruel.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
I live in a city
But it feels like a desert
Sometimes it's so cold I yearn for warmth
And sometimes it's so hot the mere touch of another human leaves a burning mark
I used to live in a city
But it felt like a cage
Thinking the desert was better
So I thought
But an open field is not freedom
An open field that you can't explore is an invisible cage that you can not escape
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC