The thought of being lonely wakes up my weaknesses
As my crippled mind reminisces of archaic memories that once brought smiles to my face,
With my heart hitting at a stand still as to why I cannot suffice my propensity to be numb.
If only I could get that anaesthetic injection inserted into my body and still live an abnormally yet proper life...I would take that chance.
If only human actions never got affected by the feelings you have for one person then maybe kindness wouldn't exceed it's real definition.
I live in a world where caring too much for a person can mislead to a broken friendship ,
While I take a short walk in my mind, a walk as to how a situation could have been handled better:
I find myself taking even longer walks in my mind wondering out and about as to how the situation could have been handled.
As I pursue to heal myself I find myself getting more ill and ailing even more because of a void emancipating within me that I can not diminish ;
I find life more complicated than before only...