fret not over sleep.
because currently I have none.
I miss
deep.
cries.
soulfully.
wistful
depression.
led by pain filled anguish
a beast
clawing at my insides
literally tearing me apart from the inside out.
losing control of my heart
ive lost touch with my soul
every breath makes me feel like I am going to implode
but i await the explosion to reverse the end result
some sci fi flick type ish.
i fade into the deep
lose myself within myself.
never to find myself.
i paint a picture for you all to see
so that you cant see my fragile heart.
my broken pieces of my soul
the disorganization of my thoughts
the torment that i have evaded, embraced and then pushed away.
but i search for solace
wondering why my spirit doesnt feel as free
tied to the notion of
pushing past pain that doesnt matter
yet it is forever chained to my straining breaking distressed heart.
In the end I ignore it all.
I walk away from it all
Moved to tears that never falls
by words that rarely escape.
From a heart that constantly breaks.
~The Abstract Ave
