Can you even hear me? Why don't you say anything?
Not looking for dating, even sex!
Just a simple, "Hello, good work," that's all.
Here I am writing, internally screaming,
Whistling past the graveyard; that's where I'm heading!
Yours since the mid 90's. Probably don't know I exist!
"Let go," I hear. Does anyone understand; it's not that easy!
Look into her eyes, those emerald pools.
That smile, that d***, f****** smile!
Screaming, would it help?
Tried almost everything else.
Writing doesn't remove the pain,
Thinking doesn't stop the storm,
Doing doesn't stop me seeing her face.
Sanity is slipping; I am slipping.
The world is on fire and I'm playing the fiddle,
Playing for someone who can't; won't hear.
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its crazy
how many words we have to say
while alone with our thought's
yet how inarticulate we feel
while trying to get them across
to someone, we once were convinced
was our gifted soulmate in life...
(grab hold to something real
and find an avenue for release
then just hold on: hold on
with every ounce of sanity
you can muster,
remember, there are worse experiences
in this chaotically indifferent, existence...
Hold on!
Your replies are works of art. thank you for sharing them w/ me. got some more bad news today. Trying to hold on. Seems like the world is always trying to make me slip.
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