the missing piece i long for
The whys, and why’s for the wise. Despite my unfaithful plea of thoughts that scar me and were fair to me, you know you don’t gotta rely on me. Or reply to me. You don’t gotta face me, you could even erase me. You could wish to make a blank of me, but one thing you can’t do is; make me hate, despise, or resent you, though I had an obvious clue – I already do
I took the pain of life as lashes to the back, stabbing of the neck, freezing of the hands, and low worth to the heart.
Kiss me, please right on my cheek
“Going through a healing ain't easy. So many suppressed emotions, unwanted feelings, heavy heart, heavy breathing, fearing the anxiety will take me over. Feel like I'm going insane and off my game. I know it's a mental spirit warfare inside. Wanting to identify the troubles that still haunt me. Can't meditate it away. Wanting to just give up to my lower nature, I know I'll find the answer. Healing ain't easy I want it to hurry and pass. So many thoughts wondering what it could be; refusing to take any substance to just face it head on. If my individuality is gonna break I accept the power struggle over my fate... Healing ain't easy.”
“To be vital, and nourished. To view life at its purest. No definite title for the objective view, a thousand words and sounds to give anything close to a clue of what is true. I lie cause the truth hurts. I tell the truth cause the lie is worse. A blessing and a curse, but not really what it seems of course. I dreamed and felt it. I woke up and it left me disappointed. The truths and the lies are often double jointed, hell, mine as well be flexible to fit the scale. I failed that was a lie, I failed that was the truth. I succeeded that was a lie, I succeeded that was the truth. Either end of the stick can be proof of the vision that became the decision”.