A cry for help yet no one seems to answer. A cry for attention yet everyone looks away so pitifully not being able to help the hole ive been swept in nothing to hide yet nothing to loose. Who am i. What am i. Why am i here. The lust for the soft word of utter satisfaction coming from the shining lips of someone whose opinion may hold truth leaving me overwelmed in there basking light which has saved me where is my savoir no mere god or being. A human a warm blooded touch looking for the same lust i crave...love nothing more nothing less then yet to share what has been shackled forever within my chest protected by my ribs and coated in my emotions. Who am i...trey. What am i...human. Why am i here...the one thing i cant form a answer for no life lesson no school and no physical pain could ever calis my body enough to pretect me from the blow that one question gave me for i may be human...but is it wrong for a human to ask whats beyond life...
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 10:57:21 +0000
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