damaged brain

its like an old wound that had once stolen your life;
regrowing again....
it dries for a while, wont heal until ur shattered to death.
you're digging a drop of tear on ur leaf in the agony of what uve lost for one of those plastic smiles
life can only be pretty if you learn to satisfy urself letting everything go..
walking tryna find some way is a waste when you kno there is no such way
cause no matter how far you reach of those wonderful looking stars;
you keep strollin' back to the same ugly point where everyhting pretty much stinks
u wont feel the mild breeze above your sea or smell the joy
neither can you shed any tear cause your crumpled soul makes you indifferent.
you suffer untill the moon grows old and until your shine is raped away
and, then one day you die, you die
all the tortures & aggressions & those incomplete desires along with the pretty moments you have had
account for NOTHING
you take all those pain, you cry, you smile, you kill, you try, all these years,
to get some weird pleasure?!?
To have yerself wrapped up and decayed?, naked under the earth with your eyes shut and a dead heart?
and it ends like that?it doesnt mean anything, life doesnt mean anyhting
there's no worth living..


i dont belong here

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Six months ago i would have begged to differ..that was six months ago..
I like this it is raw and 'earthy' .. no pun intended .. it does feel exactly as you write at times.

Chloe
xoxo