Pleas of a Heart-Broken Attention-Seeker.

So many crowded places that are always empty.

So many voices that are always silent.

So many happy faces; always crying.

So many racing thoughts; always useless.

But the faces are all black now, as life passes them by.

Being trapped inside a monster is a great reason to cry.

Tears seep out the cracks, embellished with blood and truth.

No longer does the moon shine- or the wind blow- no. 

Filling up on baked sorrows, thoughts of anger, and jealousy...

No one ever stops to pay the toll, to get through, they all cheat, and lie, and just simply do.

You can't always be the road spikes, I tell myself, and you can't always be the car.

Even when you are desperately close, it makes you feel so very far. 

So.

Very.

Far...