It's a stab in the heart.
You know the knife is there
You'd do anything to just take it out
But you can't because it's so securely kept.
It's screeching silence.
That's absolutely deafening.
You can't survive in this world alone.
And even if you do, you die lonely.
Because the only friends you'll ever have.
Is the ones that are in your head.
Isolation is the key to loneliness.
The door was always open.
But you went inside and lost the key.
So you're forever trapped in oblivion.
You'll do anything to find a release.
From searching to the most dangerous of drugs.
Till the end of a strong liquor bottle.
Anything to simmer the pain and maybe even yourself.
And yet, loneliness is hardest thing to describe.
Because only the lonely ones know the real feeling.
They know that no one should have to endure it.
So we silently die in the cause of our own pain.
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Ah, Loneliness...the disease that makes my life a never ending whirl of shit. Although I imagine most of you have friends..I don't. So feel lucky, even if you only have an acquaintance...it's better than being all by yourself.
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PoetryThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
