This is my lit blog yo

Life could get better;

I feel like I'm drowning,
This emptiness surrounding me,
It's suffocating.

I have always felt something-
That you were never noticing me,
Never looking this way.

Each and everyday,
I am surrounded by whispers and plastic smiles;
so much so
That I'm used to it-
So much that it hurts.

I can pretend I never knew.
The petals on the flower of truth are falling,
So slow hardly anyone notices it.

Life is a lie,
And I'm all alone
I can't figure out what's a lie
and what's not.

The truth comes and goes;
like the teardrops that evaporate off my magazine
in the convenience store,
or contrails passing by

I'm just hoping that I can see the truth,
even if only for a little while,
and it'll poke it's head round the door to my world;
just for me to know that it's there

For now, I only have my wall
My partner, my comrade, my best friend
And We'll stand here,
together.
And We'll always be here,
Waiting for the truth to appear


Emerald