You think about the ending, when I know its the end

I often think, how much of this is all pretend.
A shadow of happiness to the gloom of endless.
Its a pain so unconceivable that many try and understand.

Words are misleading sentences open to suggestion.
Thoughts unfiltered.
Don't mistake this for a pain, not sadness.
Just don't care.

Unhappiness is a start to many things
or the means to an end.
Flawless in its on state,
damaging to anyone who hopes or remains.

Its an energy like no other
with the anger to destroy great minds and innocent souls.

It breaths, it lives, it multiplies...
When feelings go unanswered
or when love if neglected.

It can humble the most untamed souls.

Gemma
May 2007