It's easier to disappear when no one is watching.
To know not a soul would blink if you took no more breaths. To be alone in a world full of lonely people impressing people they don't like with things they can't afford to find happiness they won't get.
So beautiful is the smile of the drowning. How pleasant the speech of a persuasive artist. Misdirection and long sleeves to tell you what you want.
Why does one lonely person not connect to another? The lines drawn, the barriers up so afraid to be hurt, they won't even wave to eyes painted with the same grief.
To know you're not alone. That a heart is aching and breaking and beating alongside yours. That someone in the entire world would matter if you drowned in your own life force. That, is the scariest and most painful of all.
No longer able to fulfill the desire to let go of the pain, to not be afraid to let the tears drift away, because someone cares about the number of scars on your body and the state of the lies you tell.
The fear endeared by the guilt of ever starting and the terror of ever stopping. Once someone is there, the pain only depends, the wound only grows when the person you loved says good day.
The lies so well crafted they distract unwelcome guests with misguidance and empty promises. But, the experienced seer with scar laiden wisdom can push past the foyer. They see past the disguise to the pain hidden inside.
How beautiful a world if lonely hearts spoke and lonely ears listened.
If truth could be told and lies not sold.
If misguidance was so easily refuted and broken souls mended.
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PoetryThe story of my life in the words I can express and for the moments I can't seem to speak.
