Where to begin here?
My heart is heavy with pain.
Pain that I must beat.

But the pain weighs down
upon me with the weight of
thousand piercing tons

And though I try to
I find myself in failure
to move on from her

I cling for help but
there is but those half listening friends
with their own worries

They are too busy
to be bothered by my pains
yet they try, thank them

Although I am sad
I fool them all with my own
Signals of pleasure

My unhappiness
Protrudes from my mask of glee
Like knives behind silk

I am surrounded
By those who care but care not
I am here, but not.

Her face lingers here
In the darkness of my mind
Tearing at my heart

Perhaps i’m just done
Perhaps I just exaggerate
Because of a need.

A need to be seen
Crying with false tears of sadness
To bring attention.

For if I do try
I can stop this depression
But I don’t wish to.

I’ve sentenced myself
To the exile of other’s
Lonely company

Telling myself wrong
That they want me to prolong
and turn half an ear.

And so let me speak
Babbling nonsense to you
Until I stop talking

I realize that I
Am speaking of note
Nothing new flows forth.

Unoriginal
The meaningless words are bait
Bringing you closer

So you push away
Running into another
Phase of hating me.

Does my voice annoy?
Does it make you wonder why?
Am I what you need?