Tears swell up in my eyes and I cry
I cry for help, for a look, for a stare of understanding–
I cry because I am lonely and isolated.
Is this the prison I have built for myself?
Or has society imprisoned me?
I write because sometimes the tears are not enough, they wet the page and the ink smears–
I am left with a mess. I am a mess. Messy tears caress my face and I hold back the longing to evanescence and disappear into nothingness. I know what I want–I know what I need–Why can’t I have what I truly desire when I see others enjoy it fervently?
I am nothing without Love and I’ll I’ve ever wanted was to be Loved and Love back.
Sometimes they give away your true being,
They are exhausted,
Somehow they are not enough supplication for my hopes and my dreams.
Somehow they are not enough to cleanse me.
Somehow they are not enough to release me.