ALL THAT MATTERS

Buried the dead years conflict dead,
the years ripped completely dread,
Blinded by wrath over the pride,
Never see the bright through your side,

Lost in the pain reverie,
In the cold night of eerie
Query upon is this happiness?
or it is just avoiding sadness?

Forgiveness you never sought
never realize how much pain you wrought
derive self of hopelessness
hating feelings of emptiness.

Grasping at the edge of sanity,
make-pretend of this reality,
through the melancholic sensation
turned everything into dejection

Lies tug at my heartstring,
brought me towards despair longing,
wounded dead by expectation
diminished all the temptation.

How would it feel to be somebody’s at long last?
Somebody’s who accept the past?
Somebody’s for that matter?
Somebody’s loved ones?