Decades after decades
there has been
people around you
coming and going,
but never really staying.
You've seen thousands of faces,
facelike blank masks
without expressions,
smiles or grimaces.
Empty eyes in their hollow,
darkened holes
have been staring at you
just to avoid yours.
Cold and warm hands
for touching,
hurting and caring
have brushed your skin
but have never really
stayed for comforting.
You try to reach
at least one of them
to make yourself
little more real,
and to know
does it feel the same,
even close,
as emptiness
and loneliness do.
Trying to view yourself
through someone else eyes
as you have been
wanted to be seen.
You are whispering words,
full of love and hate
to the howling wind
just to hear
at least the echo of those words
you've always wanted to hear.
You are hurting yourself
and caring your selfmade wounds
as someone else would do,
because it's only way
to feel something real,
pain and salvation
between emptiness
and loneliness.
In a trap
of your very own
you try to understand
and to get rid off
all those traits
in your being,
that makes you who you are,
but for nothing.
And everytime
you allow someone
to come closer,
into your skin and to your arms,
into your breath
and next to your heart,
you are so scared to be
left alone again,
that you retreat and fleet.
To avoid abandonment
and fear of hurting them,
you choose to recede farther
from them again,
to keep your vulnerable heart safe,
in a chest of loneliness
and your fragile soul hide
somewhere in the emptiness.
-Soulbound 2012-
there has been
people around you
coming and going,
but never really staying.
You've seen thousands of faces,
facelike blank masks
without expressions,
smiles or grimaces.
Empty eyes in their hollow,
darkened holes
have been staring at you
just to avoid yours.
Cold and warm hands
for touching,
hurting and caring
have brushed your skin
but have never really
stayed for comforting.
You try to reach
at least one of them
to make yourself
little more real,
and to know
does it feel the same,
even close,
as emptiness
and loneliness do.
Trying to view yourself
through someone else eyes
as you have been
wanted to be seen.
You are whispering words,
full of love and hate
to the howling wind
just to hear
at least the echo of those words
you've always wanted to hear.
You are hurting yourself
and caring your selfmade wounds
as someone else would do,
because it's only way
to feel something real,
pain and salvation
between emptiness
and loneliness.
In a trap
of your very own
you try to understand
and to get rid off
all those traits
in your being,
that makes you who you are,
but for nothing.
And everytime
you allow someone
to come closer,
into your skin and to your arms,
into your breath
and next to your heart,
you are so scared to be
left alone again,
that you retreat and fleet.
To avoid abandonment
and fear of hurting them,
you choose to recede farther
from them again,
to keep your vulnerable heart safe,
in a chest of loneliness
and your fragile soul hide
somewhere in the emptiness.
-Soulbound 2012-
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