Speak your heart out,they all keep saying;as they turn away their glassy stares away from your face. Out of the abundance of our hearts our mouths speak,still said by the many...but what happens when all that's in our heads is let out?

Ain't you just tired of how all seems to keep going and going,I mean, opening the floodgates of your heart, blaring your soul out to other lost beings, but still cage all that which burns and screams within your head?

Thus you choose to write poems. Writing them down for the few who seem patient enough to wait the ripples to settle,making the words much clearer and thus create a less treacherous path to your bleeding self and tormented head.
You take up your feelings and words straight from your over punctured narcotic-filled veins, sharing the learned and acquired lessons in your mind and maybe...maybe seeing the beauty within and amidst your pain.

But...our world being what it is,they all stab you in the back as you lean in for that homely embrace that signifies acceptance and familial bond. Through this it dawns upon you, that you really never stood a chance with them at all...that you were the only standing chance that you needed,and nothing exists in humanity save for our physical lust and greedy wants.

And in all this,you become one with your struggles, not a runner from reality but more of a believer;a crusader for pain.
So next time  you hear them say speak your heart out,just look for the next exit,and run. Run....for your own sanity depends on your agility. And oooohhhh....forget not your pen and paper when you run, for in each step you make,your thoughts and words shall follow you.
All that which resides in your head shall never abandon you. Your blessed curse.

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