Empty...transparent...not one of my words reaches anyone's ear...not one sound catches them, not one sound...I am invisible a silent curse...those who see me shy away or snap back with sharp tongues, like a cobra to its enemy. I am that enemy, silent and reserved, haunted and mistaken, broken and flawed this is how the world sees me. I have few who will listen, few who will understand the little words I speak and the delicate soul I bare, but my twisted tongue always seems to fight back agaisnt my mind, twisting my words until they are cold and icy like a winter storm, sharp and cruel like a bloody sword. I don't mean for this things to pain those who listen...all I want is for someone to listen all I want is someone to help me bare the nameless load...but to no avil. I find my self alone once more, my heart already sinking lower my mind shattered with regret. But nothing I can do can build back the roads I burned, will someone ever listen to the silent call of a humming bird. Will I ever mend the roads I have burned? Will I ever beat back against life's cruel sting. The only way to me it seems is to end life's grip the only way I can.
NoblePixel · Wed Apr 14, 2010 @ 01:54am · 0 Comments |