If I can't see your eyes
then whats the point of seeing
and whats the point of believing in Love.
I cry sometimes
but not because of the pain
its just because I'm unwanted,
the thrill is starting to fade.
I tried to commit suicide a few times
it didn't work,
too interested in walking through mazes,
with deception and hurt.
Valleys starts to wither
I haven't seen sun in months,
lack of warmness, I shiver,
Its like hell with a cold punch.
But as I end the journey
at the peak of a mountain,
a voice screams, shouting
I wake up from a dream.
But there I see a woman
smiling beside me
holograms, images Tricks, lies
she disappears forever lonely. |
Submission Name: Forever Lonely
