Drown yourself in the sea of paper, claiming its the jewel on your crown.
But what i see is desperation to escape the snares of spiralling down.
Bury yourself in the coffin of books, oblivious that slowly, it will kill.
Thinking that its your shelter, but its only denial to feel what is real.
Poison yourself with thoughts that eat at your soul each passing day.
Finding solace in the very entity that so easily fades away.
The answer, the solution, the cure dangles like a carrot to a hare.
But you don't see it, blinded by deceit, or maybe, you just don't care.
I try to open your eyes and heart, but no, you wouldn't have it.
You'd rather sink in self pity and dig yourself a bottomless pit.
There was never a story of us, a love that belonged to only ourselves.
Feeling under-appreciated, over-estimated, i back away, leaving you to save yourself.
sometimes i wonder why i think i can do this.
snll drifted away at 9:48 AM
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