I have realized that I have more in common than I wanted to...
You see we each have our vices. Our means of digging graves. As it turns out we both like letting the rivers run from bottles or from knives. Different means, of course, but same concepts.
Making ourselves numb so we don't have to feel the pain anymore. Making it so we don't have to hurt. Unaffected by those things we bury by the dozens. And yet, you have affected me. Why can't you see that every time you look at me, I die a little bit more? Making me dig just a little bit deeper, and try to make myself become a little more numb.
Seeing simple friendships reduced to nothing more than hallow shells of relationships. really make me wonder why it is we live this way. Bear this pain. Seeing you just like me makes me start to think about changing things. Are you happy in this life? Or is it that you can't find your means of escape? Maybe You try to get out, but have been stuck digging the grave for so long, that you have forgotten which way is up.
I have an idea. Lets help each other find the sun.
Find the end to the deep graves we have dug.
Take my hand and we can see about finding our way back to the surface of a new reality.
And together forget our graves.
Lets just forget the pain.
And learn to LIVE again.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i liked it keep writing and its a hopeful piece very strong and very nicly written

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Very thought provoking
This becomes a poem of hope and strength. It works for me! Best wishes! Pejj



