To be completely honest, you must release these emotions,
They will hurt you.
Your mind is confused. Boggled are emotions.
A prisoner of the mind
“… I have no one to talk to.
No One wants me.
I betrayed them all, without their knowing.
I gave up…”
Why? We can lie until we believe.
It all catches up. Why do we lie to ourselves?
“My hurt is from other peoples’ insecurities,
They create a jail, a solitary cage. I try to please others and all I receive in turn is a slap in the face. I have finally become overwhelmed with the desire to reflect off other peoples’ “Poisons”. What I am implying is simple. People reflect inner poison. Their unhappiness in life, hatred, jealousy, the intention of causing pain. Well, for once I want to vent off the frustration of smiling at someone, when behind the facade is the cruelest intentions.
You dream of running,
To a strange parallel land,
not hated, not loved, Unknown.
“If only I had the courage,”
Someday You will.
I only wish you love, happiness, fellowship…not alone
“I have been hurt, and regard people as puppets, each marionette being controlled by the others hand. The strings being tangled in a web. And the web is full of poison.”
“Sometimes, I become so sad. Just hearing soft words, or now and then hearing a sweet melody. I feel like my life is not complete.”
let me sing that sweet melody,
a melancholy tune
I can do that