Never Returned

Tell me what you feel when the trust has gone. Paint me a vivid picture when your world turns to black. Explain to me the colors you miss and the thoughts that die. Tell me, before you've flown too h-

Those hands I ran to for courage have pulled away.

The hands I held on to for support have let go years ago.

Those hands that caressed me lovingly now feel too loving.

Affection is now a problem,

Trust doesn't come easily anymore.

Doubt is always at the back of the mind,

And it's hateful.

It's hateful how the heart doesn't trust anymore even though everything else says otherwise.

Horrible how the mind has isolated this feeling of disgust and at the end of the day it's all that's felt.

Everything is made a joke,

Because if it's too serious it could hit too close to home.

Emotions are hidden,

And laughter masks the cracks.

Walls are built and guards are put on duty.

The mind betrays the thinkers,

So the thinkers start thinking,

The hands betray the mind,

And the body's all that's left.

But the body was taken long before the rest.

Author's Note

This was written a few years ago when I was in a really low mood. I wonder if you can guess what it's about?