im an open soar. deteriorating on the inside with a shiney polished smiled for an outside. decaying from untruthes and secrets. hiding my feelings and the real meaning of me. secretly telling myself.."well maybe..just maybe, if i say nothing, it will have never existed". i was wrong. oh so truely wrong. oh so truely needing to be wanted. never quite feeling needed or important. alil bit over anxious to be...to just be! expresssion, art, music, talk, snt enough to release this burden, a cry cannot safice, simply because i do not. i'd like to, but he option, the time, the moment, the deliverance of it has passed and the shadow of a heart that was left has turned to ice and has saved itself from broken-ness. so i can now jus so simply brush off the light-heartness and recoop from failure. from stress. from males. from broken-hearted-ness. from life. i can just brush life aside and keep walking. staying on the ground only by humbled upbringings. ive hidden wat was true. wat should have been said. wat could have been. a total diffrent life, a total diffren me, wouldnt need to type this, wouldnt need to be her, wouldnt need to think about it, or sign about it, or be cold hearted, or shutter at the thought, or e sad in the prescence of, or cry.......or anything.

Let's move on..shall we?!!