Everyone has something in their lives
an objective they are trying to reach with each step they take
Something they want
Something they're good at
That one thing that makes them special
something that may be stupid to everyone else ,
yet it is what they keep the closest to their hearts
Something that makes them happier
a desire in their lives,
Something they want to fight for
That trait that distinguishes them from the rest and makes them unique
Something they are willing to be hurt for
They can endure pain if it gets them closer to their goal,
their selfish objective
The one thing they would kill for. . .
That one thing that brings them a smile no matter how undesirable their lives feel
yet . . . i have nothing
i am empty
i have lived for others for so long that i've forgotten who i am
i am no one
i don't have a personality
i've lost it in , i've buried it deep inside me
i don't have a wish
i don't have an objective
i don't have emotions
i don't want anything
i don't want anyone
i don't have a reason to smile
i don't have a reason to endure pain
i am nothing but a machine that lives because he breathes
i am surviving , i'm not living
it's curious , they don't mean the same thing
I've always wanted something though
i used to have a selfish wish that i was willing to die for. . .
i wanted to be loved and love someone
yet , that wish did nothing but destroy me from the inside , it brought me nothing more than rejection , pain , lost of interest, apathy , a broken heart
and a strange desire if you want to , it brought me hate and sorrow
emotions that i didn't know ,
my life lost colour
it turned black and white
my eyes are dead
i can't see the beauty in life
i used to lie to myself "the next year will be better" i used to get excited for the people i'd meet,
yet i don't want to lie to myself anymore , people have left me
they've betrayed me
i don't want to meet anyone else , for i know how that will end
i want to avoid more pain ,
i want to avoid rejection
i am cold
cause i am certain of this . . .
i don't think i can take it anymore
i'd rather be alone than feel pain for being with someone
I have an unbearable burden that i carry
Pain that has never left me
Scars that i've never shown to anyone else before.
My body is covered in bruises and open wounds
My thoughts consist of time i can never get back to,
Times in which i was happy and i didn't even know it
a time that feels like a lifetime ago ,
in which i still had emotions,
A completely different me ,
one that was positive and full of life
i used to laugh and cry,
my kindness , even though it was the death of me , it has never left me
kind people always end up losing,
they are used and abused,
forgotten and pushed to the side.
I want someone to realize how i truly feel ,
i want someone to see behind this lie i've created
this fake me that hides everything so no one has to worry
i want someone to see that , and . . . and . . . help me
YOU ARE READING
Broken Nights
Poesía~Layers of precious sin . . . filled with kind lies~ All my poems and thoughts , some of them are filled with hope , and others with despair , showing the two facets of a human being , their optimism and the dread they try to contain. Enjoy!