Felt Coldness

Does not matter

f*****g late

lonely crashed reactionary embarrassments

Bound synapses all the misfired

F*****g become recluse further inside

alone with forgotten hatred of this past

the continued removed self furthered with beauty

The acceptance of love is nowhere

mythical, please lets never discuss

Painted canvases to views of a******s 

the bitterness, disappointments are well known

constant, front, side and side in a sad poetic chorus

Furthering this reclusive self existence 

extends the loss human connections 

faces worn have dirt, broken pieces of the mask

weathered, cold, lost to the understanding to be a person

the very mask, becomes your image and you deeply have fallen 

failure, in a place of being painfully alone

expectations to always be this masked persona continues

becoming lost in a deep disgusted being

Fake to all, fake and false to observations

suicidal when very mask is shelved, empty

removed, broken, in a darkness

the thinning lines our self

exist to always being alright

only know to be okay with a given soul

drained for others left being of death

Please end, ending this agony, self tormenting existence.