Little birdy can't fly as high as those other birdies
But Little birdy can't fly as low as those little birdies.

Little birdy is flummoxed.
Those birdies ask him why.
Why Little birdy why! Why can't you fly! As high as we can soar!
Why Little birdy why!

Little birdy doesn't know
And hides within his wings.
He scrambles to pacify, but bumbles and fumbles .

Oh foolish Little birdy.

Sometimes it gets so tiring.

If only I could take a pill and forget it all. Forget about certain people. Especially those that left me. If I could I would forget about these people/ These people who hurt me while selfishly protecting themselves.

I wish to forget and start on a new footing without ever meeting these people. Then maybe, my heart can be whole again. All my time and effort put into these relationships, if only I could take it back.

Give me back those pieces of my heart you took. It's not for people like you.

Maybe it was never friendship to start with.

I know I should call out and say something.

But the feelings overwhelm me, leaving me like a mute fool staring at the figure diminishing in the horizon. I have so much to say but none seem to matter at this moment. I can only feel the feelings crashing in a jarring symphony.

With all these thoughts and emotions, I am left feeling empty. The torrential signals within me roots me in a state of lost. What should I feel now. What do I do.

Don't close the door.
How am I to know which path you go beyond that.
The door, it's locked.
The door, it's hinge less.
...the door..

Deep in the depths, I sink deeper into its cold icy arms. A place where the sun doesn't reach, it doesn't matter whether my eyes are open or closed.

In this place, tears are no different from the body of water which surrounds.

Been listening to this song. My favourite lines are these: "You got that medicine I need. Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart please"

 

I can't remember. Those forgotten drawings. The reason why. I can't remember.

Unfinished pieces of me. Jarring and incomplete. Always incomplete. No matter how many strokes I add, I can't fill up the gap.

I just want to drown myself out in senseless music. Not caring what others around me are saying. I just want to detach myself and slowly kill this "self".

Is there a way for me to lose all my memories? Could I lose all my memories and restart? Could I at least mentally end this. I just want to restart and forget about things like beauty, intelligence or being in this rat race. I want to forget who I am sometimes, forget that I am "existing".

"There is no point turning around. It's just you and me here."
"But you are me.."
"Yes indeed."

An ugly and terrible feeling insidiously violates my being.

It tears away the mask of nonchalance I've built and mocks me for my pretence at detachment. Stripped of the last "beauty" with which I insisted on persisting, I am faced with the monster with which I have always seen in the mirrors.

This grotesque emotion, so tragically a part of my self. I seek to swallow it and smile. Even as a I do so, it seeps from the corners of my mouth, turning my words into a sneer.

I am surely and most positively a human.

I watched as she fell into chaos.
None could approach her in that state.
No control required, she fell into delirium.
And all I could do was watch as who I once knew shattered.

On nights like this, the feeling creeps back.

On a perfectly clear night, it is moonless.
The night is a canvas of black blankness.
It stretches and covers me in it's oppressive emptiness.
Is the moon finally terrified of lighting this darkness?

My eyes wander though I know sight cannot hope to penetrate this night.

There's no hope for solace in this abyssal despair. Not a soul breaths in this darkness that even evil refuses to inhabit.

All alone, I shudder, letting go of the last hold on sanity. Like a maniac, I tear my soul into irrecoverable pieces. More and more the filth consumes the small hope I carried.

No right to hope nor cry, I am one with the void.

If this is love then surely I am dying. 

I try to stop the feeling from welling up. My vision blurs and all I can think about is the rising sensation.

The sensation culminates in a dry heave.

I shudder, wondering if this sensation is a rejection of my being.

The echoes of darkness close in.

If one is to give false hope, then remember to hide the void behind.
For the baited would be swallowed by this vacuum of despair once they see the truth.

Back in this little space of mine, I share a whisper which trembles and breaks in to tears. The words I say jumble and tangle with each other. In this chaotic sprawl, can you see the melancholy that binds it all in a fragile demeanour?

I wonder when is it that I started viewing love as a disease. It has become an emotion that I loathe and wish to cleanse from my system. No matter how many times I try to cure myself, I will always be the diseased. The faster I run, the more vehemently the disease hits back at me. I scream hoping to get it out of my system but it's all futile. Fate only taunts at this pathetic human emotion of mine.

Searching in the abyss for a piece that I've lost,
I know the futility of my actions for this abyss is a piece of me.
Painfully aware, I continue to dig deeper into the abyss.
So deep that I wonder if I'll ever remember what I was searching for.

I'm sick of living in fear waiting for the next argument to occur again. If this is marriage then why do we put ourselves through this tiresome battle.

I hate acting as a go between, feeling a sickening feeling in my stomach as even chaos runs amok. Even if I used logic, emotions are not quelled. People believe the truth they have crafted and nothing else. All we see are ourselves as the hurt one.

The fear during the calm before the storm is one I know all too well. I used to prick my ears at the sound of every escalation in volume as a kid. I would then warily peek out from the door and survey the situation. I could only relax when I was sure that it wasn't an argument but merely an exclamation at some tv show.

I can't even type this post properly without my vision getting blurred.

A battle of losers.