Mere existence

It is said that crying has been a sign of being alive since we were born

Sure it is, until a certain point when you are left out of options.

The time when you can feel the wave of tears within yourself and the only thing

you can do is wait for it to hit you and try to not drown in it.

When you can feel the the aching pain in your head

which does not stop , until your body shuts off.

When the littlest thing such as facing someone in the eye

seems like the hardest thing to do, especially when you know

that someone is not the one to understand.

Who could anyway?

You couldn't.

The people who were supposed to

didn't know you enough to understand

nor did they try.

You are alone

and that should be enough

but what happens when

you're not even sure

where to look for yourself anymore.

Devil May Cry

Some people are like roses
no matter the color and how soft and delightful they look
they stand tall amongst everyone with their sharp thorns.
Nobody knows how something so beautiful could be so painful to hold on to.
It hurts to love and care for those people
 They will make your hands bleed and tear your skin apart
only to leave the mark of their own broken soul
which is beyond repair.
You try to fix it, it punctures through your skin
and breaks into pieces finer than snow.
Still you remain there for that person
drowning in your own blood but hoping
that by standing amongst the tall , wild flower
you'll one day see it wither
and see all of those fine pieces of their soul
dripping down their face
and wouldn't help but wonder
how such a devilish creature
who could bring so much ache to everyone who dares to hold it
is only the one thing people never sought it as.
Mere human, who once was too blinded to see the sharp thorns
 which were ripping through their own fragile skin.