how do you know when its gone? constant disgrace and emptiness. when its
gone, how do you know. how do you know if you want that type of feeling
back? is it wrong if you dont. resentment, torture. temptation wanes.
what do people think, blindly stumbling through these dark halls of a
life with no purpose no direction. what is their direction, motivation,
and drive for something so insignificant. every one, every single
destination, there is an end. an end to everything, and after that there
is nothing, so why waste it on a beginning. bike rides and smiles, sunny
days and strolls through the park, caress on the cheek, melted memory,
flowing down the drain. wasted tears and insecurity grown, trusting
shattered. stealing glances on the side, filth of lust all around. help
me keep it away, throw it away, unnecessary, throw it away, pointless
without direction, throw it away, piece of trash, throw it away like you
threw me. numbness overcomes, washes it all away, bright expectations
reduced to bleak memories. tumor growth to annoyance