the silence is so loud:
telling me i'll never be okay
i'll always be alone.
but i'm used to it.
I want to meet my opposite,
And attract to her beauty.
We'll find places to visit,
And travel around free.
I want her to not be afraid of being afraid
To not be afraid of not knowing
I want to know that we're made
I want us to be glowing
Together an eternity
A girl who is lonesome on a regular basis, isn't based upon their own choice... But by their own desire to hold an identity bear without regulating (properly) the reasons as to why or how too essentially fix them?? Someone would say they aren't both comfortable and doesn't want to live this type of life... Except, they do, and they are very good at it. Do you not seriously think they aren't truly comfortable with it...?! Because by how I've gotten to know them, they seem entirely thrilled by this very aspect upon the features that drown them in sorrowful lust or delusional ecstasy for the illusional better!
Don't make me laugh.... You seriously think she "would" be comfortable with ANY of this...? WELLL.... DO YOU???!!! NO...! She simply... DOESN'T! And I wouldn't, either. Because I know what it's like to live in something that has tormented me right down to my very component cells. (Not truly knowing how to regulate the emotions that run those very component cells...DRY!) Something that ricochets the exposure over an entire even playing field that's become too GREATLY ODD! For something that doesn't make sense, doesn't also have too be the permanent source of lifestyle one has become standard upon (the now very normalized lifecycle of this very way of life itself).
So, what happens when someone who is lonesome and who's seemingly lost...while also supposedly meant too be good at it, simultaneously...? Well...isn't it obvious by now...?
"A lonesome girl who's good at being alone".....
A lonesome "star" of their own "nightmarish" melodramatic soap opera, has NO OTHER CHOICE...then too see it through... Till the very end!
But this time... Their not alone....
why should i wake?
only to make my bed.
cleanse my body.
eat without taste.
work myself to the bone.
be overlooked day in and day out.
grieving the loss of what was never there?
where are my answers?
where is my will to live?
hey, what are your goals in life, big and small?
I can't see me unless I have a mirror.
I can see everyone through that glass.
But they are looking at themselves.
Everyone is meant for someone,
Everyone has a soulmate,
I’m afraid to have to say
That’s not always the case
Some people are meant to travel in pairs,
Others are meant to travel alone,
Some are there for each other with no connection but just until they move on
Although, it’s unfortunate to have a soul that nobody connects with, and to be seen not as someone’s lifetime partner but just someone they need when they need you but never want you.
But the memories we leave will live forever and the impact on our lives will always linger.