Humanity is a word I can't define thoughts hidden ever so sublime Living life from day to day Isolation is the only way Words of sweetness tinged by perfection Gentle brezzes whispering affection wanted by some hated by few fearing desires that are not new sometimes words can't sat what I need Sometimes in my heart is where I bleed Sad satires of conversations long Can't discern is this right or wrong Honning skills from which come shame Creeping back under the rock from which I came Ties to those I can not break But my decision isn't mine to make Failer is the sword in which I 've taken on Walking alon to soon to be gone Trying to express just how much I care Giving my heart that I just can't share Morose aside and bitter no more the emotional wound still open, still sore Poised at the edge desireing to leap bury these secrets that in me creep Death no longe an enticeing reward Honor is the weapon that is my sword.
Reason for writing:
I just learned that in life crap happens and that best you can do is not let it get you down. Pick yourself right and move on. Or else you end a shell of the person you used to be.
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