Despite all attempts
To thwart emotion
Like a boomerang, it'll return

Lurking in the shadows,
Upon the corridors
Waiting for opportunities
To creep back

Though this beast
Can lay dormant
One day it will awaken,
So be warned

Prolonging this natural yearning,
Can only sink you deeper
Into the forming pit

Now that you are aware
Have a nice day
Take care

and after you were done with me i was
gutted:
had lost myself
in you
to you.
became another one of them
(and there were so many)
fish you'd caught and thrown away,
an empty chest
sinking
to the bottom
of the ocean.

Bent under the load,

I am, breaking will not do,

or do as there is…

Do you get life?
                                           Do I get life?
               I know the answer to that. It is simple. If I got life, I would understand you. But I dont and I am ok with that. I am ok with the fact that I have to be wondering if you are my so called friend. Life is a mystery and so are you. You don't know what's coming next is it life is it death? You are only what you are because you made yourself, you cannot blame it on any one else. You have faults, everyone does, but yours are of not being understood. You stop communication, you yourself stop understanding. People talk to you, you dont answer. You are lost, with no one who cares enough to find you. If I care enough to find you, you are in to deep too be seen, in too deep to be found. You brought yourself there, you are to blame. Nobody else, not me