captive
August 4, 2006
I am a prisoner.
It is so hard to know and realize that the one I hold in my heart is but a touch away, a smile away and yet a world apart.
How do I get to escape the existence of being a prisoner, a captive where one can only rattle the bars and at the top of ones lungs yell out.. I love you.
And yet no one to hear those words.
Not hearing does it mean I didnt say it?
Not being able to love you, do I still love at all?
If there is a word that can actually describe the word bad… bad and as hurting as the million needles stuck to your heart. A million blades cutting your very being. Though if you find that one should find nearby the emptiness feeling …emptiness reaching beyond vacuum. Emptiness when you know that the single thing that can make you whole again is steps away but a world apart………
But then I realize that I am tired of feeling bad all the time. It should not be the case. Love was meant to make you everything that I wasn’t feeling now. I will forget. I will leave. It will pass…. I hope….
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i’ll link you up. cheer up now.