No one is coming, no one will hear. Forgive me for saying this, but no one will listen. They can't understand for they have not lived this life, they will never live this life, they will never see through your eyes. You have to accept the fact that there is no one, that there never will be anyone, and that this life that you live now in this exact moment is all you will have. So stop, stop shouting to this world, stop the calling for help, and give up the constant need for all that they are. Give this up, because they are taking every piece of you, and every broken time you break a bit more by their hands, you are left to explain why you hurt so got damn much.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
