My Bruised Heart....

I...

Life is more about living an emotion than anything else. Expectations of my emotion run beyond the tenacious ridicules. I suffer in pain to seek perfection, to grow over my anger..to walk past the water wall to seek you.

You...

With no sincerity, dazzle me with false cries. Riding a false wave of desire, seek beyond me. Understand from the wrecks of such lost wanderers of the past, seek light for the entire journey over momentary excursions.

Us...

I still hear your false cries ringing in my ears...I remember the lies you whispered in my ears. I lived a never ending tale...never loved...Today, I realize that death is not the greatest loss in life, but it is when  an emotion is butchered from inside...we cease to exist even when we continue to live...my death. I realize when everybody is  failing to understand the emotion...wish to seek an alternative, draw lines to go beyond, someone will have open his heart, undo the lines, stand his ground, support everybody to rise...and suffer the pain alone...and I am ready to be that someone, for there was never Us to live for...