Life should almost seem perfect.
The joys that surround me now.
The family I now have.
But inside, tears are still falling.
Lost to the convection of these words.
Silence slithers around, nagging at every chance.
Climbing down from the chaos.
Just to be crushed beneath the weight of this aftermath.
Thoughtless, deafening to it's points.
Searching for the ways to get around.
Mindless, to the results as the world spins away.
Searching for those answers of peace..
Searching for the piece that held me glued together.
Someone's been playing with these strings attached to me.
Withering around on the floor, despairing the rambling thoughts.
Reaching for the point and yet faltering along the way.
Somewhere behind the lines where reality settled in
And where the darkness meet.
I've been holding on by a thread that already feels cut.