The Tragic Love Story of the Explosive Brick-Wall and the Runaway Track Star

It takes roughly 500 pounds
To completely pulverize a human skull.
But even that is still incomparable to the pain
Contributed by human emotion.
How could you even begin to live through something like that?

See: My Parent's Separation,
A marriage I had become accustomed to for my entire life,
Falling apart right before my eyes.
I was completely helpless in stopping it,
The damage was done and I was frozen.

At this point I wasn't even a deer caught in headlights,
I had already been hit and dragged to the side of the road to be left for dead,
Staring into the darting license plate of clarity.
This was an unavoidable thing,
I just thought it wouldn't be so soon.

It was a metaphorical car crash of a mess and I was smack in the middle,
Slamming on the breaks, doing anything I could to stop this treacherous ordeal.
But in the end still hitting an inevitable impact of
unimaginable emotions at the speed of change,
An absolutely volatile phenomenon.

Thinking back to the lifetime I led,
All of my loving memories filled with them.
Completely ephemeral and unrelated events
Now all bound together by a string of untruths.
I could never live in denial.

They had the most disastrous goodbye to an unconscious 20 years known to man,
And all the other imperfect creatures.
It wasn't real, just a familiar routine,
Of robots mindlessly saying "I love you" over and over again.
A tiring cycle of continuously fooling and then hurting themselves.

All an absurd concept I could never include myself in,
Some things you just can't fake.
I suppose now it's even more prominent than ever.
If you're cold, you hurt people.
If you're sensitive, they hurt you.

Mostly multitudinous mindless monologue
Twittering tongues talking about thoughtless things
Fake laughs fluttering from frivolous frauds of flaw-filled friends
Careless coma-inducing conversations coerced conveniently
With worthless words wickedly worshiped

Silence drowning the room,
From the power of only one phrase.
A wretched cry, heaving out
With two words and the point of a finger,
To change your entire life.
"He's leaving."