a little spec of dust in a picture.

I took the time for the time to pass
eyes looking through an empty glass (-half-empty)
One more tasteless pre-cook meal
Finding what it takes to really feel
only hitting a wall making me curl like a ball
diversity quickly becoming redundancy
for daily you always fail me
trust giving to someone new
sanity trading in for vanity
words never spoken eyes never woken
two roads are not to be taken
putting me into your own little file
only to be forgotten and not be awakened
Cruel you call me but no sympathy towards me
multiply by a hundred times
the feelings you feel for me - that I feel
trying hard to suppress
your soft sweet caress
beating my fist into a wall
never have to open my door
skin meat bones cracking tearing
lungs caccini trachea screaming
Part our ways we should
the heart stays it would
Cheeks flushed red hue
I wish you be true