Lost in the chaos of life
Wasn't feeling my best these days.
Lies keep piling.
Hopes keep falling.
Stuck at crossroads after crossroads and dead ends one after another.
These things left me unhappy...unable to write.
And that made me just a tad bit sadder. Lonelier.
Funny thing is, It doesn't have a cure (yet).
The only thing I could do is go through everyday trying and preparing for disappointments.
Life is like that sometimes. It makes you feel lost before leading you to where you ought to be.
Making the entire journey a bit more meaningful and leaving you one step tougher. A step more prepared for life's bigger challenges.
So with that I remind myself;
Continue dreaming. Surely, the best is yet to come.
A CUTting Desire
You needn’t worry darling
I won’t cut myself
During depressing trying times
I won’t even attempt it
For I am not a cutter.
I won’t relish the pain of repeatedly hurting myself
Repeatedly cutting on thick layers of flesh
It won’t accomplish anything
Other than pain
Pain exists in everyday life
So why would I add more pain?
It would make no sense.
But let me tell you what I’ll do
When things get tough
And facets of life deserts me.
I’ll take a knife
Set it above my vein
And make a single deep cut.
I may have said that I am not a cutter,
What I am though is...
Suicidal.
I. Aim. For. The. Kill.
Perhaps a moment too late
Across the room you drew my gaze
Yet there was something I could see
A touch of life, a touch of death
That hint of love, that hint of hate
That which I am addicted to
Plus madness and a thrilling chase
Yet it is not I who holds your gaze
Not I, who occupies your thoughts
No romance, Zero Love. Just Friends.
With a bitter sigh, I laughed
Held hands for a time
Knowing you would never be mine
Thinking I may have met you,
Perhaps a moment too late.