just a few collected thoughts...

without hope and love, all we have are the marks of our suffering upon our soul... why I wear my hope upon my collar, my love upon my hand, and my suffering hidden up my sleeve to make me stronger... for without anyone to show my suffering to, and nobody to tell about my dark realities... all I can do is tightly package my pain and anguish, and bury it from the world... for if I cannot share it for fear of what sharing my feelings would do to the lives of others... what can I do with it? try to bottle my bruised spirit and move on...but what happens when people interpret your desperation to get AWAY from the people that hurt you as to be desperate for affection... what happens when you're afraid of sharing your feelings because you're afraid of other people (in some cases rightly so) being upset and angry at the cause of your pain???

I flew too close to the sun,I had a taste of my dream, and it soured and went rotten in my mouth... and the illness of a poison dream ravaged my body, ruined my spirit, and desecrated with jealousy and pain and anguish....

speaking of dreams, what happens when you're forced to watch, or clean up, after someone you've shared those dreams with for years keeps saying you deserve those dreams and fantasies...but after a year of having your hopes dashed time and time again for stupid bullshit reasons... they give your dreams and hopes to someone else... how do you take that???