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whoknowsreally
whoknowsreally Lost in the thoughts, found in the words
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I'm really proud of this one. I feel like I'm finally back in the game, writers block out of the way.
I tried some new formatting too, let me know in the comments how you liked my piece! Thank you for reading ~

Unseen

I once read the best things in life are unseen.

I once read the best things in life are unseen. It's why we close our eyes

I once read the best things in life are unseen. It's why we close our eyes when we kiss,

I once read the best things in life are unseen. It's why we close our eyes when we kiss, cry

I once read the best things in life are unseen. It's why we close our eyes when we kiss, cry and dream.

I once read the best things in life are unseen. It's why we close our eyes when we kiss, cry and dream. Then why is it that when I close my eyes,

I once read the best things in life are unseen. It's why we close our eyes when we kiss, cry and dream. Then why is it that when I close my eyes, all I see is the need to scream?

I once read the best things in life are unseen. It's why we close our eyes when we kiss, cry and dream. Then why is it that when I close my eyes, all I see is the need to scream? Maybe even do

something lethally extreme?

Best things in life are unseen,

Best things in life are unseen, but what about the worst?

Best things in life are unseen, but what about the worst? It's not like that's reversed.

Best things in life are unseen, but what about the worst? It's not like that's reversed. We simply keep it all in.

Best things in life are unseen, but what about the worst? It's not like that's reversed. We simply keep it all in. As if our feelings

are some sort of sin.

Accumulating my tears throughout the years.

Accumulating my tears throughout the years. Letting my life be led by my fears.

Accumulating my tears throughout the years. Letting my life be led by my fears. Worrying about other people's thoughts,

Accumulating my tears throughout the years. Letting my life be led by my fears. Worrying about other people's thoughts, While tying myself

in an endless amount of knots.

The ache grows until out of reach,

The ache grows until out of reach, Sucking out my inner hope like a leech.

The ache grows until out of reach, Sucking out my inner hope like a leech. The world turns more grim

The ache grows until out of reach, Sucking out my inner hope like a leech. The world turns more grim day

The ache grows until out of reach, Sucking out my inner hope like a leech. The world turns more grim day by

The ache grows until out of reach, Sucking out my inner hope like a leech. The world turns more grim day by day,

The ache grows until out of reach, Sucking out my inner hope like a leech. The world turns more grim day by day, Leading my soul

The ache grows until out of reach, Sucking out my inner hope like a leech. The world turns more grim day by day, Leading my soul even

The ache grows until out of reach, Sucking out my inner hope like a leech. The world turns more grim day by day, Leading my soul even further

astray.

Wandering through nameless streets,

Wandering through nameless streets, Crying at night in between the sheets.

Wandering through nameless streets, Crying at night in between the sheets. Yearning for a shoulder that understands,

Wandering through nameless streets, Crying at night in between the sheets. Yearning for a shoulder that understands, Who would willingly

stick out their hands.

Who am I kidding?

Who am I kidding? It's not about that,

Who am I kidding? It's not about that, It's so much more than a helping hand or a chat.

Who am I kidding? It's not about that, It's so much more than a helping hand or a chat. I simply can't shake off this feeling of shame,

Who am I kidding? It's not about that, It's so much more than a helping hand or a chat. I simply can't shake off this feeling of shame, That I somehow

deserve the blame.

Feeling a failure for things out of my hand,

Feeling a failure for things out of my hand, My incoherent thoughts resembling quicksand.

Feeling a failure for things out of my hand, My incoherent thoughts resembling quicksand. I dig my hole deeper and deeper,

Feeling a failure for things out of my hand, My incoherent thoughts resembling quicksand. I dig my hole deeper and deeper, Eventually yearning

to be an endless sleeper.

None of us are perfect,

None of us are perfect, this I know,

None of us are perfect, this I know, But are we really supposed to fall this low?

None of us are perfect, this I know. But are we really supposed to fall this low? Letting social pressure have the upper hand,

None of us are perfect, this I know, But are we really supposed to fall this low? Letting social pressure have the upper hand, When all we need

None of us are perfect, this I know, But are we really supposed to fall this low? Letting social pressure have the upper hand, When all we need is something

to help us stand.

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