Matters of the heart
Shatteres in the dark
Organs left in parts( if left up to them) ( the doctors)
Snotty sleeves leave wet trails on the staircase rails.The tears wont stop.
In home all alone
In home not alone, just lonely, not in my home, a stranger, in a strange place.
Independent, independence at the cost of losing, you!
Intuitive suicide.
That's what you get when all alone, second guessing..
Initiated conversation, but very one sided.
You are all but gone.
Inward confessions, infesting inside, over you leaving..
causing impressive regressions...Poor me.
Love outlined in diaries and journals and poems
that will never meet the eye..
Cries are easier heard than the told explanations.
I tried to make you see, to hear, to understand, I tried..
The hearts experiments turned and torn up.
Inquisitions over who is wrong or who is right, does any of it matter in the end.
Both of us lonely. Loneliness invading the heart....Well it is for me.
One hearts nation versus another.
Making our happy times a battlefield.
Where hate lies in silent awareness.
My life is a mosaic of pain.
Pain that makes me feel uncertain and shame.
Some days are filled with doubts and fears
Screams and shouts.
Hand over mouth because no one must know.
No one must see the pain that lies just beneath
ready to in gulf and take what is left.
Darkness once was dreaded and now craved
So I can be just me.
A burning desire to know if life is done with me.
Never really wanting answerers
My life torn apart
A love lost, a lover gone
anguished screams never leaving the lips.
Fake smiles for all the people on the outside to see.
A fake happiness makes for a better day.
Matters of the heart dealt with when darkness cloaks me
like a long lost friend.
So many questions
So many whys
Life has so many chapters and
to many goodbyes...


Sash

Life has so many chapters and
to many goodbyes...

yes, it does; but alot of hello's too!

Oh, boy...
Yeah... think of the hellos.
Hugz...