Broken, pain, hurt,
What do these words mean.
Words to describe our inevitable hunger to not be lonely, nor be rejected.
Words to describe a point in our life were we can't take anymore, lies and backstabbing.
The sharp tongue of our loved ones,
Cutting deeper every time the words role out of their mouth.
Tears, tears role down. Cold and wet, signifying and highlighting the isolation we feel.
Who do we talk to? Who do we find comfort in.
To many people have left, losing track of the people I once confided in.
Do we build a wall?
A wall to keep them away, a wall to keep all our feelings barricaded in.
But what happens when that wall overflows?
Will we allow the words to consume us to take us over?
I know I will, cause after all I said the words.
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Meaningless nothings
PuisiHere are my thoughts, my feelings. Not sure if it's poetry but who knows....
