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One broken heart
One loss of self image
One fear to trust and falling apart

Few unexplained rejections
Few cut off connections
Few betrayals and deceptions

Some jealous eyes
Some bitter truths and sweet lies
Some broken bonds and called of ties

Many true colors
Many just funlovers
Many gossips and shallow talks

Daily stare at the skies
Daily read with burning eyes
Daily writing the soul's cries

A truth to discover
A lonely stroller
And this way,
A "heart of the party" turnes "loner"

No such beauty
           longer dwells
         under the guise
      of flesh and bones,
           in the garden
      of a sullied heart

           fallow heart
     barren and longing                                                  .
      ­  time built walls
      an unfillable void
           burdens tall,
      beggared of light
        befallen within

  a devolving moment
so many flowers wither
       left in a broken
         heart of gold
          
    a gardener knows
        sweetest soils
     of love and light,
     without sunshine
              sour
    as unripened fruit

     memories fading
          as if florae
    never blossomed
        perpetuating
     wholly starving,
    unweedable roots
            too deep,
  rupture when pulled

        a **** let be
            beauty

   unfertile seeds sown
       where nothing
        longer grows
    in an uninhabited
             silence

raging unseen within
  the fires of the ages
still smoldering inside,
   mingled with hope  
        left for dead

hidden in the shadows
an engulfing stone cold,
handwriting on the wall
of silence growing taller

Miles and minutes
Trading time for a timeline
I'd rather not finish
Stick it out and ill be fine

Passing space
Metal matter flowing far below me
It must be the high tide I love to race
Encroaching, live for the second

Adrenaline dripline
Barely alive but still doing fine
Seperate my body and mind
Laughing as everyone else, doing their best to undermine

As i stick my wheels to the curb
***** four wheel drive
One more dead end suburb
I lost any reason i had left to strive

But im still right here
I havent moved in so **** long
In the seat of my car
Still hearing the same **** songs

Still partaking in life as it may come
Still drinking gas station pop
I was told the world would pass me by
But turns out my world follows me
And I dont mind
Passing their world by

Space seems so far away
And im still worried about words
Ideas die when action is taken
Stones are broken as we discern
Rebuilding feels so akin
To leaving no stone unturned

And as my temepered glass view finder
Drifts father through the rubble
I can see promise
And i can see the death of each and every one of them

U left me
As well as forgot my innocence
I hold the pain
Memories
As well pen!

No one wants to be alone (although we rarely admit it)
But there's a distinct difference in alone vs. lonely

Alone is when there is space to relax, unwind, and be yourself
Lonely is when there is no one to vent, care, or feel

When you're alone you feel a sense of relief - to break free from the demands of the day
When lonely, you feel only dread and pain - the added weights and sorrows only to follow tomorrow

Alone and lonely; two truths but distinct paths to tread

We've all been at that level at certain points in our lives