Everyone around
I have never been alone, even though I felt that way.
I have always been at home, watching things decay.
I got silblings, no mother but a father.
They haven't ever showed any feelings, not like they would bother..
So alone but yet surrounded, by people including the hate they founded.
Good feelings were what I needed, bad feelings came, I mentally bleeded.
We all love eachother, is what they say.
Yet all they do is smother, the chance of a better day.
I wish I could tell them, without any fear.
To finally release my sadness, to make it all clear.
Day to day I must fight, to not tell them the things which are right.
All the words laying on their tongue, they are poisonous, they are wrong.
People say it can't rain everyday, there must be a better way.
Sadly they don't notice the things I say, they want to see bright colours, but not the gray.
Aslong as it's not them, they don't mind, they claim to be friends, even though they aren't even kind.
So wheres the path, that leads to the way of happyness?
Is it the death? Which should spend me the spryness?
Day for day I shrink, writing stuff to satisfy myself, useing my own blood as ink..
A human can not live alone, without a family, theres no home.
I got to live each day, one by one.. Even though everyone around..
Is gone.
~@~J.W.~@~
21.Aug.2009[u]
