We all
unfortunately
go through tough times,
the best of us
only have a few
the strongest people
have time and time again
been let down
step on
forgotten
taken forgranted
drug around
and we
tend to be one
of two things,
either bitter
like candy gone stale
and never will trust again
or
we pick ourselves up
brush ourselves off
fake a smile
and help other through
their problems
mainly
because no one,
was there for us.
but never
will we wish
our pain
on to someone else
why?
because we know how it feels
and what good
is a miserable world?

There's an ominous melody playing in my head.
A kind of uncharted echo only heard in melancholy tunes.
Splitting and splattering against the walls of my soul.
Skin, skin is all we see,
not the depth of a vast ocean of emotions.
Every fiber and molecule taken forgranted.
Hearts are a dime a dozen in this ****** up world.
Bleeding hearts ooze broken fragments out of glistening veins.

Tearing up paper,
rewriting line after line until these words have been defined.
Defined to spell out emotions to a broken society outside of this vessel called a body.
Concrete cyinderblocks cemented to these feet,
casted out like a fishing line into the abyss of a never-ending sea.
Drowning metaphorically, gasping for air but no one cares.

Painted faces in a culture full of clowns.
Intentionally hiding pain but the paint is starting to crack.
Vicegrips continuously squeeze this life,
harder and harder as light fades.
A tear weeps across the moons face.
Icicles sparkle,
melting a desprate soul and the rain falls like shards of glass.

Searching for a trail to follow,
walking with many others down this road.
Yet walking empty and alone all in the same moment.
Nothing more than a shadow underneath feet.

Silence saturated with malingering grief,
torment residing deep within.
Memories clawing through nightmarish dreams,
barely describable.
Mired in debris from the past - ****** into quicksand.
Dreams filled with hope; dashed and dimmed like a flame from a candle.
A life extinguished,
a void created where a future ought to reside.

Where there is a will there's a way,
That's what I always say,
Hope is a four letter word,
For a story that has never been told,
Time is of the essence,
Taken forgranted yet shines its fluoresence,
Digital fairytales seem the norm,
Forgotten are memories so free and warm,
Busy bee is searching for connection,
Smelling the roses, she expresses affection,
Mourning the sight of passers by,
Lonely stressed and ever so shy,
Bewildered and in a daze,
These people are lost in a maze,
A zenful flower is not the ideal,
For a world that is told how to feel,
Hope is a four letter word,
That whispers "where there's a will there is a way"

Walk down stairs to hear the morning gossip
Everyone talks about one another
Eventually eat my breakfast head back up stairs
Waking up physically to start the day
Mentally composing my thoughts
Want to be involved with family
Learned it's best to stay away
Do my own thing find my own way
Makes it easy to leave than stay
Things are great no one cares ignored
Once something goes wrong everyone notices
Keep that head up even when times are tough
Just wanted belong feel apart of something
Without giving up part of myself
A huge price to pay to be accepted
Be a member of the group not be criticized
Not be used or taken forgranted