She said "home is where the heart is" maybe sometimes it becomes the place where the heart just used to be.

When  ghouls and ghosts of a haunted past hunts down
Mason's of a future,the brigadeless shadows dwindle through the riverly course of time,
For all that remains  within are the dreads of dead alongside rubbles and rummages of your memories that'll never sink in the spoils of my mind.

Losing you was easy until my silly heart realized that It lost itself.

Oh dear , I don't wanna get entangled with the miseries of my present for I always reside as the prisoner of my past.
I don't know where my path ends but I certainly do know I lost the only light I have ever known.
I don't feel the warmth of the sun.
I don't feel the gentle breeze skimming through my skin.
I don't feel the liveliness of my life.
I don't know how incompetent my feelings have evolved.
I no longer care about anything . I am no longer capable of grieving someones loss.
I think I have grown extant.

Sometimes it's better for me to act as if I am a complete stranger to myself.
Sometimes it feels as if it's better for me to make myself scarce.
Sometimes it feels better for me to not feel myself at all.
Sometimes I do understand that I won't really have any one who loves me .
Yes Sometimes the reality that I live with scares me alot but it's not gonna make it any better,
So I really do hope that sometime someones gonna look at me like
I am
something different ,
I am
something beautiful ,
I am
Something that's worth living for,
Something that makes them feel as if I am enough,
Sometimes somethings can just be hoped for .

Somewhere between
talking for hours and hours
and
avoiding each others line of sight ,
Every one of us here
understood how
a beautiful,lovely, heartfelt lie
can be portrayed as
love.

A heart that gives never gets.