Everyone has a void, some wear it like a badge, some hide it like a secret.
Some cannot cope with the immensity of despair that the void leaves and try their very best to fill it.
It is human nature to not want to be alone, to want to be wanted.
But loving, which is something else entirely, cannot be truly done until you love yourself.
Others cannot complete you. Others cannot fill your void.
You can pretend they can, and lead them spiraling down into the dark with you while you dress it with kisses and lovely words.
But where does that leave you? More broken than you were before.
The darkness comes, like a wave of disbelief
I am drowning in my sorrow
The falsity you imply, hurts more than you will ever know
But I am certain at midnight it hurts you more.
The night and I were once of the same blood.
Then the night went and stabbed me in the back.
Focused is merely a want to aspire.
A need that becomes bigger with every scar.
Distraction is key.
But not all keys will fit.
Words used are frightening.
How they can fix and break.
Everyone is crazy.
On the patio there lies,
A flower beneath the cracks.
The sunlight drips upon its petals.
Jewels on flaking wood.
A lover weeps,
Because you don’t understand.
The things you say,
For others to hear
Hurt more than you know.
Or neglect to recall.
You should be more careful.
Worst and best of all,
You make me feel.
People forever leave things up to chance.
If you want to make things better, you have to change it yourself.