My thoughts are of the awareness in all that perceive me naive.I will adhere to feelings of distrust and the awareness that I have the potential to be easily deceived.I cling to the hope of someday breaking my willingness to let myself be hurt. .It matters not that it speaks volumes of underlining truths .

I am feeling scared and alone,my past haunts me wherever I go.Panicked with fear of the unknown.Always never to know as to why I'm tormented so.I just have to shut my trap and my problems will be only known to me,cause  truth is no one gives a shit no matter what been done .Its my fault I feel unwanted and helpless.Now I have lost all hope in ever feeling connected to anyone who thought I was worth their time and affection.I should have killed myself long ago.Now I can see I really blew it.It would've been grand in the master plan I call life.It is but a game played by those fit enough to survive the heartache and not feel for justification they make-up lets them feel no remorse for me ever.

the deception

warmth ,comfort,belonging absence from the looking glass reflecting images of the truth that is my true self. to see inside i see that the truth tells many and also shows it wants you to believe.sinking in the shadows of loneliness the lie is the belief in that my heart hides.i ache knowing that i cant forget the truth denies validity in its intentions.it has pierced my soul,that weeps alone .the truth is cunning and convince your reality is not by making it impossible to feel real cause it wants to nullify hidden secrets that are clearly visible making you feel as if   your looked at as an object to be itself in lies intertwined with loving eyes.

I am alone,and that pleases the untruth,when I feel free to enlighten my spirit im punished with acts of  resentment in which they use humiliation and display anything that they can to degrade me leaving me isolated from all .Soon no one will talk to me I am alone

You say the ocean reflects the moon.The biggest grin facsimiles pretend to gain pleasant fronts of dismay.The belief the love awaits the horizons unwilling.My heart abodes to the direction of alone.This is the way played out in the path of the destruction's of crumbled souls.Yow are the winner of the prestige to carry the heart of cold.Held within the restraints of my passing ,is the release of the endless enduring of my suffering brought by the ruining of demise.I may just stay quiet before that time and wish not to speak of the pain that i carry in the depths of the falsehood of loves sought it will be sabotaged in the awaking.