Think back to smiling faces cause now
all I have are empty voids with no replacements.
but imma crack a smile no matter what the case is.
at least eventually,
It takes time cause I can be there for someone else but not myself mentally.
I think back to my closest most recent bond.
How I could of changed a lot if if I didn't rush to respond.
but live and learn.
shes no longer a concern.
But I hope your happy ,even if it's not me.
I hope you don't hurt as much , Even if it's not me.
cause sometimes I just miss you.
But bonds must be broken tears don't mean shit just false judgment from emotion.
we lose friends we lose family we lose our worlds but Earth stays in motion.
Kindness is weakness I don't believe it.
because it's when your feeling weak we truly need it.
Everyone feels better when I fail that's why I'm kept around but one day the tables will turn And I won't be found.
My head in the sky alone why they keep your souls to the ground.
No matter how you forget me I'm always going to be there though.
I know what is to be alone.
I get used daily Women, family brothers friends.
people come and go so I don't care my life will have an end.
Why don't I break these bonds
I don't have a bond with myself.
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Dakota (Pseudonym) (
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This hit me like a brick. Sometimes we have to be alone to see the point of everything else. Kind of hard to find the meaning in things when you're surrounded by people that have already found theirs, or people that don't care to look.
Well put thank you.
I'm quite sure there must be a way out of the position your poignant voice must be. Living amongst life and the people who surround you and your goals are obviously a tricky situation for you and your loved ones. You extract the emotions of what it's like to be alone, but trust in the beleif that one day the clouds of confusion will clear to reveal a landscape of thought so beautiful and real that you will almost delcare yourself a pur godess of solving the problems within you art of writing poetry. A big well done for being so honest and truthful a thought you brng to the heart.
One day for sure thank you brotha
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