i found myself stuck behind a black, brick wall. The view so hopeless and dark. An ecstasy of heartache crept between the cracks of the walls...my mind screaming to try to keep calm but raptured from another brute. Laughing to see me crumble when the sun stayed down. head up dont let him see you cry is shrugged upon my image of what i thought was true. annihilate me mother crush what was never there to begin with im tired of being contorted by your ignorance i have been twined and right now im not Me...or am I? is this the 'Self' Siddhartha searched for to find happiness? damaged done. His dream came true...but it was too late. Somethings are just meant to be. its more than the lameness pushing me away...its the feeling I have that I'm living off a fraud of hope...im not willing to put myself in the position to be hurt again. I'm content with how things are now. It's just the discomfort I have that sleeps beside me until I think with reason. today offically marks the most boring day of the year