In the midst of all the passing faces, I fall just short of everyones' graces, despite the fact I thought I used the right words, I've come to find out they never even heard all of what I was saying they ignored completely, yet I still kept praying that i would stay strong because I'd be gone for so long, just waiting for the day when I can head home, still keeping in mind that I signed on the line that confines my soul in this hell of a hole that I can't control any longer, it just kept getting stronger until the tides of reality overswept the formality of the sanity that I hide, with no other lives or minds that I can confide in, because i am so mentally torn from all the thorns that make me bleed inside which makes me hide what i see because they consider me to be mentally unstable, all because i'm not able to express how i feel inside anymore.....
