How is it that nothing as changed yet everything is different,
It feels like you are on the other side of the universe,
But in reality you are sitting next to me.
We are just going thru the phases not really meaning half the shit we say,
What the fuck do we really mean.
What the fuck do we really feel.
Do we care at all?
Are we sociopaths pretending to care to gain some sort of satisfaction out of the other?
Damn if only you knew how hard i will continue to fall.
I thought i was past all this sad shit,
But i feel like i fell ten thousand feet but only now felt the hit.
As i hit the ground and started digging,
burying myself under regret and words i haven't said.
I speak of the cage like maze that is my mind,
Each thought building a wall making me harder and harder to find.
But really what is there to find?
A broken and hollow form of a human,
Speaking in a foreign tongue that nobody bothers to understand?
Maybe it's time to hang up the phone,
Put down the pen and pick up the gun.
End it before it ends me.
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mente et toto corde ex animo
Poesíathe title is latin for riddled writing from the heart mind and soul i have always loved writing and this will be my perfect outlet.
