This feeling of solitude in a room full of people
something in grasp but yet so unkeepable
this room once filled with the words that you spoke
Now filled with silence except the echo of pain comeing from my own throat
this sorrow makes my tears begin to tear
love, something seeked but yet overly feared
this pain contained within these vains once emotionally connected to yours
my eyes continually bleeding,while a dark cloud hovers over me and always seems to pour
why? the unansewred question one constantly asks in prayer
knowing the truth all along that one can't be your savior
I'm lost between the living and the emotionally trapped
like being straped down and you are the scouple cutting me sharply deep within
you are the pain the seems to live and reside beneath the depths of my skin
Love, this emotion so well seeked
blind to the pain that society seems to hide so deep
i hate this emotion that can make me mentally grieve
this process continues till one is still and no longer breathes
Love just a four lettered word for pain sorrow and hurt ....