Leaving Robbers.

A pit of emptiness is the only thing that fills my gashes. The knives thrown at my back carved a missing puzzle piece. Fear became the only thing I knew rejecting the affection of others. The laughs and smiles of others haunted my dreams, drowning me in a constant panic of stares. To break is an understatement, but to shatter onto the cold ground never finding pieces again still, would never describe the lost feeling. Because all I am is nothing more then empty words and monstrous shadows that got the best of me.

 Cold nights with empty promises. Meaningless people and deep conversations. Hatred words and broken smiles. Hopeful dreams and leaving lovers. That's all the world really is. Stuck in between the idea of caring and forgetting. Because reality is a bitch that seeks too much attention for it's dramatic wars. Because these wars aren't against people, but instead they lay inside us, making us fall into dark allies of robbers that steal your affectionate heart. As heartless people wander along these busy streets, pretending that they walk in one piece, forgetting their fake smile fell off their face. 

 Hatred spills from their bones covering the floor in the painful tears of yesterday. But yet, still no two tears are the same. So we shuffle though it never speaking of our heart getting ripped from our chest and stomped on by the people who freely cause us pain. And maybe pain is just temporarily but it always sticks with you. Pale and weak, struggling for a breath. Falling to the ground, hoping that the shadows will leave you alone. But they never will because this is only a hatred world filled with empty conversations. With heartless people and forgetting lovers. Because everything becomes a lost memory and we aren't any different. Stuck in this pattern of pain only so a shadow devours you and finds it's next beating heart. Because we are all monstrous with forgotten attentions.