My own thoughts are starting to scare me. Silently I perceive the world for what it is. And I know that doesn't sound as dramatic as I make it seem, But this is terrible because if you lose faith it can't be redeemed. This isn't material, My thoughts aren't being seemed. I scream.. From an empty place in a corner of my mind, I'm blind.. To the happiness and things I need most.. But I can't justify being heartless, Because my heart was shattered by who I held close. And sadly.. That's no ones fault but my own, I'm alone. As I lay and get lost in my thoughts, I think of the amount of pain I've been caused, Only to believe I can't love again. Am I really heartless? Or am I crying out for help? I miss looking in the mirror and seeing myself... I'm deaf.. To the bliss ignorance that slips off of the lips of the ones who want me. I can't trust.. I can't believe.. If I were to be cut from picking up the shard to my heart, I wouldn't bleed.. Instead theToate drepturile rezervate
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