Petals picked from a perfect flower, just to be scattered amongst the mud

Pulling wings off a beautiful butterfly all because you can't fly

Betraying a friend, just to fit in

Taking a life all because your feelings were hurt instead of taking that lost from the fight

Hiding behind lies because of your pride

We as human beings have a conscious and we use it everyday, but also we as human beings try to justify a conscious decision when it all goes wrong

Either I write to fill a void or avoid how I feel

Me bottling things up have caused me stress, I have become depressed with all this **** weighting down on my chest

Mix emotions about who I am destroys my mind

Why do I have to settle, when I know I was made to shine

Why do my wants and needs make you think I am trying to over exceed

Expressing myself just gets me looked over and me hiding myself makes people think they can just run over....Me

But now I see,I really do see

You just want me to unleash this beast that dwells inside of me

You want these pretty brown eyes to turn blood shot red and watch in fear as blood vessels burst all around my pupils

You want to see this pretty smile turn gruesome and grim

You want to see the limbs of pass lovers stuck between these rugged sharp teeth that protrude from my mouth

You want to hear me gargling their blood and tears and see me consume what they protested as Love,Want, and Desire

Are you sure you want me to unleash this beast that dwells inside me

I decided to do nothing other than write.
Throw my loneliness into a place where it could be understood by like-minded people.
My mind has never asked for much more than to be understood.
How do we understand somebody? What makes somebody easy for us to be around when we shake at the mere thought of interaction with an outside world?
What makes it so easy for some of these people to just make us happy? That one person that just makes us, free.  
For once we can breathe without thinking about it, for once our ribs are not tied together by our minds and a ****** wrist is no longer the way to feel alive.
To look into their eyes and feel your heart beat is the only thing you need to feel alive. To feel understood.
To feel the anxiety cower into a corner, and for once you smile. You smile until the depression creeps back in, and slowly, so slowly you walk away, leaving behind a lifetime of happiness.