Hid Again

No comprehension,
None from the end that is held
Too near.
Seems so far from all that's attatched
To dying souls.
Trying to blindly reach out to the ones
That seem to know the best.

Hands continue to get smacked away.

Living a full life of fake smiles
all the while have broken dreams.
Seeing what is up front and in the dark
Giving into life's simple games.

Hid again
No one seems to give a damn
Nothing is funny,
Don't feel alive,
Gratitude for life...doesn't exist...
Struggling... holding...
Crushing...