I once had purpose to write like a poet....yet one day I awoke to find that all I lived to be a lie. Purpose stripped from my dying hands. All meaning lost. I still love what I dont have, I wish I had what I still love so dearly.
How can I tell you that your just a passing phase. I needed something to help pass the time. You could never understand the things that run though my mind. There are so many things that I could say, so many waisted breaths. Why cant i just leave, I'll take my pain and torments with me, they'll keep me warm at day. You speak meaningless words that fall apon deaf ears thinking everything is alright. How foolish, how human. Too assume you know another, to die not knowing yourself. I thought i might help open your eyes, to awaken you to the cruel reality of it all. You looked too comfortable in your petty ignorance, living your perfect little life. I'll be gone in time and you will never have had a clue. I should be cruel and wake you up like one once did with me. You cant handle the truth, the pure precison of it all. There is one thing I can say......"I once found hope and lost, now I'm lost and have found pain. Now see if you can find comfort in me."
