Falling.. Falling, lost in the darkness of dought.
Everywhere I turn I see angry faces,
Acusing, Pressing, and Wispering. Annoying.
Trying to hold onto reality. Crying,
only when people are not there to see.
People thinking that I've helped then,
When really I'm the lost soul now.
Lost in the darkness, a little Kitten.
With no-where to go and no-where to turn.
What is a lie, and what is reality?
Trying to be friendly still as reality fades away.
Feeling like all I get in return are slaps in the face.
Feeling alone and lost.. People harsh words like daggers.
Friendships feeling like a pere pin-prick of a Pheonix's tears.