Tears tearing through the emptiness.

Everyone else warms towards one who is a stranger. Yet towards the ones in their lives, they are content to look on apathetically.

It's all so hollow. So empty. Walking in the opposite direction, daring a glance back, no one notices. As everyone clamours towards the stranger, this emptiness grows.

Nothing. That's my existence. Indifferently existing to everyone else. Unnoticeable, an apathetic being filled with anguish. Oh the irony.

Going about their lives like bees in a hive, I can't speak for the wrong end of the bees is an excruciating sting.

And all I can do is cry. In this pathetic space of my empty mind.

Put on repeat. Again and again.
Surely someday, I will be tired of the pain.

One never knows the pain in the other. Everyone holds things differently in their head. Things which seem minute to one could be poison to another.

Sometimes, certain things happen and I feel as though a part of me dies. I feel a cog in my system fall out of it's tracks. As time passes, and with much fiddling, I place the cog back where it was. Everything runs smoothly. But somehow, there's something off. Something's wrong and I can't put a name to it.

No one can see it, nor can I see their system of cogs. Using words to explain our feelings, it's never adequate.

Missing each other, Fumbling to find the other and missing again. Saying the wrong words in the midst of trying to understand or saying nothing at all.

What is reflected in your eyes? What image of me do you see.