Strangers, I am among many. Lost in a sea of all. Too different to belong. The troubles of sticking to one who will stay. Struggle, as I loose grip of what was mine. Of those who I have lost, counting takes time. Time that self destructs due to loss of space. Searching. Nothing I can find. Suicide, death. No where to hide. Eventually we all face our nightmares. True thoughts only find me in dreams. Escaping, no options, only move forward. But how can one do so without pain? Impossible. Can’t. Failure sustained. The breeze blowing cool from the windows closed. Questionable doubt. I drown in tears. I seek the reflection I wish once to be. Only the shadows dancing in the dawn help. They understand the hour of death awaits. Grasp, cling, before for them to see. Possibilities cleansed in positive outcome. What is and will be, never able. Dreams disappear, replaced actuality suffocates. Liable for yesterdays muddle. To compensate for loss, never could make truth. Deep, oceanic waters, tunnels surrounding. Captured sin I appeared to have grown inside. Breathing, yet again impossible optimism. Tears fall.

Wither away. Picked up by the earth. Taken within an ocean’s core. Disappear to feel. Numb and isolated. Day by day.

Regret, hate. Takes the #life you once had. Burns each and every fingertip. The scraps of self loathing. Sits, builds underlit mountains upon mountains. To ask of one is to ask too much. Single error, troubled pain.

Ignoring sleep, Due cause: Escape. Escape haunting faces, the unimaginable cruelty. I look to thee Seeking difference, Any other of what is expected. Sights, tastes, Immorality spirals, death becomes us. The immense energy is felt Tremendously soaking all that was once pure, It leaves a distinct scar upon my chest. Written as royal cursive, Displayed with an upright golden shine But within holds the anger and spite only God would understand. So, why.

To miss is to selfishly regret, Want something of past property. Once was within your grasp, Slipped between your securely fixed hands. Tightly wound upon the security blanket, You where convinced of its return. Ignorance as you watch it diminish, Fade, perish before your own perception catches. To believe, trust in another, Nevermore.