Life and Literature

If I tell you the story of where am coming from You won't believe me If I tell you the tears and silent whispers my room, bed and pillows has and is still encountering You will not believe me The pain of dejection Agony of being left The sorrow that no one knows about If I tell you everything is fine That you will believe We never want to be there for the pain Am suicidal And every one looks on Finding fault Pointing fingers Am a failure Not a single face of comfort My friend here is disassociation Tears on your face can hardly be identified As the mask is glued to an unidentified face Who are we Look beyond the scare

I was affected in such a short period of time not knowing what this was The fear alone knowing that I could shutter but letting go anyway Beating in am unimaginable rhythm my heart once cold you came with a rush The withdrawal symptoms of the drug I no longer take Amidst the tears and unruly laughter still is the heaving uneven rhythm Sound that's now so loud it deafening Trying desperately to control the breath My limbs are dead That feeling when you can see the storm and know it is time Running away in your dreams and visions In reality the compact of the pain is so compounded with no lifts available to set free Hush...