ForgottenMemory
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בין אם מישהו יקרא או לא... לא איכפת
Distance grows between me and the surrounding people. i feel alone and forseken in a bitter world full of darkness and pain. i cry out loud, yet no one hears me, no answer comes back from the unseen. i feel choked, smothered in my body and in my mind, and as i desperatly gasp for air, i see flickers of light, peering throught the veil, and a breeze of wind, that could never hold me. all poeple who show interest will never understand. i feel alone, though surounded by others. i feel so small in the world, and what chance do i stand? i panic within, wishing everso desperatly to scream with rage, and tear myself free of all human bounds, out of my body, free of my mind. free of all burden. this panic... this dreadfull thing that holds me... grips me so tight, as a demon of the abyss, and i cannot breath. slowly loosing touch with reality, i'm fading away into torment, and the death of all that i once loved. i once loved a girl. i once loved a game. i once loved to be loved. now.. now i love the solidarity in a chilled winter day. sitting all alone, bundled up on a patch of grass to keep warm from the cold breeze, as silver drops of rain beggin to trinkle down... freedom comes to mind. no doubts, no fears... no worries. existance, if only for a sort time, seems so simple and empty and insignificant. why do i grow so far apart...from all that i once loved, that used to be held with srtings joy, above all? the innocence of a child is no more. the fearfull gaze into blank space of a troubled teen is now. who am i? i find it hard to think that i'm so different from the rest. i find it hard to think... that im alone. but still.... i'm blind, and i'm deaf and mute. in my mind. im alone. and self-awareness bares no comfort of escpe. מכתביו של אבוד
Distance grows between me and the surrounding people. i feel alone and forseken in a bitter world full of darkness and pain. i cry out loud, yet no one hears me, no answer comes back from the unseen. i feel choked, smothered in my body and in my mind, and as i desperatly gasp for air, i see flickers of light, peering throught the veil, and a breeze of wind, that could never hold me. all poeple who show interest will never understand. i feel alone, though surounded by others. i feel so small in the world, and what chance do i stand? i panic within, wishing everso desperatly to scream with rage, and tear myself free of all human bounds, out of my body, free of my mind. free of all burden. this panic... this dreadfull thing that holds me... grips me so tight, as a demon of the abyss, and i cannot breath. slowly loosing touch with reality, i'm fading away into torment, and the death of all that i once loved. i once loved a girl. i once loved a game. i once loved to be loved. now.. now i love the solidarity in a chilled winter day. sitting all alone, bundled up on a patch of grass to keep warm from the cold breeze, as silver drops of rain beggin to trinkle down... freedom comes to mind. no doubts, no fears... no worries. existance, if only for a sort time, seems so simple and empty and insignificant. why do i grow so far apart...from all that i once loved, that used to be held with srtings joy, above all? the innocence of a child is no more. the fearfull gaze into blank space of a troubled teen is now. who am i? i find it hard to think that i'm so different from the rest. i find it hard to think... that im alone. but still.... i'm blind, and i'm deaf and mute. in my mind. im alone. and self-awareness bares no comfort of escpe. מכתביו של אבוד
