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All The Lonely People

Dear... All The Lonely People

 

I’m just always so detached all the time 
Feeling like a pawn as the days fly
Cry and smile 
Cry and smile 
That’s all I ever do 
All I ever see 
My mission is a happiness still hopelessly unachieved
Nothing brings me back 
Except the facts of reality and the remedied
That were never even there 
Cracks upon cracks
Of a broken whole 
I wish the world was better but the difference is coal to gold
Nobody really listens
So why sit there and give them my attention when they deserve none at all
We are our worst words and our strongest fighting 
But we don’t fight for anything but ourselves and we cower from the knightings 
The words are but ghosts lent to others behind smiling masks
Our mothers slowly fade away until we are but strangers at last 
We all hope for what we could be 
But we will never linger past the line of who we could be until the dead is done
These are the things I think about below the dying sun 
The smile slowly fading into an empty face
Brace for the impact of the train of life 
To take us to a space, where we will be our wildest dreams 
But the train is just a desert
The only option, moving on pressing us for effort 
It deems us worthy or not 
And even if it does,
The sun doesn’t rise at our command and the ocean only rocks 
We could be the end but not the future 
A past long forgotten is all we thought we passed, still racing against the clock
But alas one day we all will lie 
Beneath a grave of open sky 
The stars will shine forevermore until the last morning blessed with mist 
An ending is but a blip into our void of nothingness
We kiss we cry we say goodbye but the stories just keep ending 
The death and pain are just a thing we will all be with until the stars start setting
So thats why I’m always so detached because I don’t think there’s a point in breathing
I don’t think there’s a point in living because being alive is just something the universe isn’t used to seeing

From... the lonely people