The search is endless it seems,
to find a reason to breathe....
DAILY...
I feel depleted and peel away at my seems...
So fragile the lives that we lead.
Tempered like glass, yet
hard as nails, white knuckled and driving too fast we typically fail..
Alone and cast out we function differently...
take our time...
think twice... and amicably
Are we alone?
the cast outs..
will no one hear our cries or shouts?
Will the search end with understanding?
......
I believe we are meant to thrive alone.
no one to tell us yes and no one to MAKE us know....
Our minds are ours with hours alone.
We only shine when out cast and alone.
©crash33
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