[deadthinker]

The two of us sit stuck in pretext
A desperate conversation unable to begin
A radiating coldness holding the room
Unable to share secrets of great meaningness
Ones that will relieve my theories of doubt
But alone a stream of letters with no seen purpose
How long I have waited for someone who can help me
With the life that was planned for me
Which I am fixated on learning more about
And now the answer is sitting in front of me
Unwilling or unable to relieve me of my suffering
She holds the key to my past present and my future
Unaware of the validity of which she holds


Does anyone understand?
The tears escaping from her face
She longs for that belief she once had
That good always triumphs over evil
Even when it stops it carries on
Playing in her head like a black and white film
When the depression sets in it takes over everything slows down its like walking through treacle
You try your hardest to get through but it drags you down
Everyone’s faces are blurred and you cant see there eyes
But it still feels like everyone is staring
She curls up in a ball, a private cocoon
Trying to block everyone else out
Yet they still find there way in
through her thoughts which she holds so dear
shes crying out for attention
but can anybody hear her? Is anybody listening?
Is anybody willing to help the girl who is lost within herself?


Im all alone and im hurting
The intense pain in my heart is burning
Since the day he left me forsaken
The soul from the body was taken
A once adventurous spirit shattered beyond repair
I sit alone crying empty tears of despair
When I was with him it was the pinnacle of my existence
But to him an endless routine of persistence
My life is suddenly dejected
And I feel guilty for the way I reacted
If I knew from the start that he’d leave me
I never would of let him lead me
Into this feeling of being sombre and grey
Yet I continue to love him to this day