Its something that consumes me,
something obvious for you to see,
although you're oblivious on how to help me.
its like a supernatural possession,
having no control over me self-discussion.
giving me the ability to produce emotions that,
indeed, may not keep my actions in tact.
silently seeking the cure,
because its seeping through, like it wants and craves attention.
happiness and peace are highest on my list of intentions.
it gives you the physical feeling of being cold,
like you've knocked on love's door;
and no one's home.
Like everything around you is abstract,
barely anything makes perfect sense.
the kind of cold that only happens when you're alone.
it feels like everyone else is at fault,
only they should atone.
its like you've got a one-way ticket to paradise,
then you find, no one's come along for the ride.
but, like i said,
you're oblivious, right?
