Unpoured

Feeling lost?  The deep sense of pure lone.  As though you're in life's transit,  Asking when you ever were. 

I feel lost, Like a dot in black holes. Far far away, I hear no more my home. Praying that someday, One day will come.

They say they need,  They say they dont, The screams in my head,  They shout lullabies.

A bullet through Piercing through My heart, The traitor I now hate A reminder of foolishness.  How? Why? Foolish Girl! 

Zero becomes 1 The mind never stops Deafening to 'run' For that fruitless desire.

Sometimes I just want to cry at nothing Most times I just want the world to fade away Other times I just want to be And these comes when I realise how lonely I am Sometimes it makes me think if I'm not created Most times, it makes me think I'm not meant to have what others have Other times it makes me feel I will never have And these comes because I'm lonely Sometimes I feel I'm not there Most times I feel insignificant Other times I feel like an empty bottle in an ocean Blindly following the toss of the waves Sometimes I feel I need therapy But where I come from it doesn't exist except psychiatric I think I'm okay writing to myself These actually is my therapy

Actions can break one.  Words can go deep - to cut or to heal. Sometimes, a cut should be appreciated as it becomes a wake up call. We know how much we're valued by the mere words people say.