Sitting reading, absorbed in music.
People call it being a loner.
Ignore the harsh word, wearing armor ready to break.
Sitting wonder why.
Not a worry in the world though.
Is there hope in this beaten and scarred world?
Does it matter what they think?
Thinking about t hurts.
Headaches that feel like needles.
So why worry?
Stress, pain, hated?
Does it matter?
No.
It always change.
Never pessimistic
But not an optimist.
Never alone,
People or thought,
Sits the realist,
Buried in books.
Engulfed in music.

As night is upon us we feel a lingering pain.
The pain of darkness.
The sorrow of a death.
The death may not be forever, but still you're gone.
Gone from your friend and family.
And as this darkness goes you know as the Sun will soon set and the darkness will come again.

As the years went by the time slipped away
As tears fell the smiles rose
Unknowingly our time vanished
Now we are parted
And now the haunting memories of long times together
Brings me sorrow and pain
As I will love you forever