She was not happy
Her soul slides away
Wandering in the alley
Body, mind and heart at fray

She was lost
in thoughts and words
fingers crossed
silently praying to the lords

She was cursed
emotions wanted to burst
couldn't anymore hide the pain
so she cried a river and didn't strain

Her sobs were a sad song
in the alley wailing for so long
But nobody cares
and nobody dares,
to ask her how is she
to save her from misery

The world is apathetic
and some are sympathetic
but help was never offered
so alone she suffered

The light in her eyes were gone
Her soul slides away
In this awful place she was done
wrapped her neck with a cord and play

it's an ironic pity
that in the culmination
of every second
I've wasted in
apathetic procrastination,
an ambitious child
of less opportunity
could have achieved
amazing feats.

It must be something else, maybe from the outside,
Apathy in vitro, there's no way it came from inside,

Maybe from a test tube, or maybe a special cask,
There's no way to explain it, an impossible task,

The care I have for anything, is almost to zero,
My only wish is not to feel, maybe I need a hero,

If a car comes barreling at me, I wouldn't be moved,
that concerned voice inside of me, has been removed,

If anything happens to me, you can be all too sure,
I probably deserved it, my worthlessness has no cure,

A small place in hell, reserved just for me,
I'm just an empty shell, don't even want to flee.

My mind frozen
time frozen
efforts cold
I still hold
My cellphone
in one hand
mouths chatter
eyes close .

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Cold lifeless hands
inching closer
to hot smooth flesh
raging with *******
potential.
Throbbing heat and
angry breath
fills the room

i) Countless casualties
lost and faded
among
the shipwrecks
of
broken hearts
caused by
indented rocks of love.

ii) The docks seamless
with the horizon
swarmed with infinite
paper sails and boats
resting in the warmth
of the tranquil sunset,
the sunset. The Sunset.
An undertone of *love.

A heat that keeps the chest warm, reminds of the days that hurt the most. They leave a feeling of distaste, but a curious cat walk trail has you lost in it all. A care in a world of apathy, the holiest of feelings in an unholy being. You look back on that trail, realizing that the warmth brought the coldest and most stagnant of days, you are frozen in time.

Dream.
Scape.
Escape.
Elevate.
Plunder.
Function.
Reload.
Miss.
N­o order when chaos retaliates so swiftly.
Guiding hands into the venomous pits.
Where a soul once was housed.
supposedly.
Its only in this abyss.
This land was supposed to be...
Anything but what it is.
When did the guidelines for creation becomes so blurry.
Wicked temptations.
Impregnate even the most righteous.
One of the fallen nights has come to take the warmth.
For this son shall never rise.
A slumber that stretches beyond hindsight.
And digresses into.
Paralyzed Resistance.

im tired of all of these metaphors
let me tell it to you straight

I MISS YOU
I MISS NOT CARING
I MISS HAVING SOMEONE TO CALL UPON
I THINK YOUVE FORGOTTEN ME
I CANT HIDE FROM YOU ANYMORE
YOU ARE EVERYWHERE
I DONT DESERVE A THING IVE GOT

i am so SICK and TIRED of people telling me just to COPE
i can't cope anymore when everything smells like you and tastes like you and i keep thinking that
it's a sign from you

and so many
"maybe if i was younger"s

but i can't hide a guilty heart
my black hair is matted and seems to turn grey in the light
if i hadn't done that one thing
on that one day
would i be so ******* as I am now?

can you keep a secret?
i hate hiding from you
i really do