Death of the Needful Hand

Family. Lifeline? No. Those "so close" are blind. Fill your minds with lies, resigned in erroneous reveries. Such things in past were perceived as creative, imagination, positivity. But, as many things, a turn of the knob, acknowledging the door is locked, suddenly a reverie becomes false ideals as adulthood eats it's way through you. Abandoned; left to rot in deep thoughts, the off-white phalanges tap, tap, tap away, typing out curses of your remaining destiny. Remember words spewed in envy, thoughtless claims of regret, and your expression that WE are weak. Look back, you'll see who is really in need. Push your ignorant judgments aside, you sicken me yet again with your disbelief. I know now...your olive branch, that I mistook for late blossoming maturity, was dead and withered. Another one of you lies. F*ck me, one more lost friendly.