Lost

More of a short thought

The feelings I feel inside are not ones that can be described. They are born from outside environments and leave me cold. They are somthing that can't be controlled, they are overwhelming. They are like another part of my being burining deep under, way beyond the surface. They are not seen only noticed. They can not be ignored or they will over take you. They are their own personal life suckers; parasites. Their is no medication, no cure just mind over matter in which I fail. They overrun my happiness. They send it away crying. It sits in a dark empty room alone, lost waiting for someone to find it. Whats been written cannot be undone. At times it may be forgotten but the scars remain visible. drugs and alcohol are escapes for people that can't cope with the hand they have been delt. Writing is my escape. 

Reviews

[~S.S.A.F.]

I love it! the truth of society with a piece of your reality. i love the combination, it makes things personal between the reader and you the writer. Tho it might help readers like me if you broke the paragragh at every point, or at least that's my opinion. But over all its really good. ^-^

[Brittany]

Omg thank you so much! ^.^