Lost

Once again, it is the cold and the dark that brings out the deepest in our hearts.

The noise around me, scares me.

I cannot deny the fact that I cannot face the crowd around me;
Cannot deny the fact their senseless chatter scares me.

As I continue to search my fallen pieces, I have finally realized.
What's lost is lost, and forever won't come back.

And hence, now I stand before myself, as the obstacle that I pose to myself.

I can no longer feel.
Even as I speak, even as I act, even if they mean something...

They don't mean anything to me.

Why do I laugh? Why do I smile?
Why do I act as though I am carefree?

Right now, I do not have the answers.

Ironic. I don't have the answers once more.

Perhaps closing my eyes and ignoring all there is will bring a end to everything.
Perhaps hiding my ears behind my headphones and being in my world will be all there is.

Perhaps. Once more.

I have grown tired.
I am tired.

But you can't see it.

And it is exactly because of that...

That I hate you.

Your world doesn't have me. That's why you can't see.
That's why, don't ever include me in your world.

For I am the lost soul who's existence isn't lost.