15 pieces of lonely, where are you ...
(One)
I smiled and looked at everyone around you. It is a hysterical smile, two extreme intersections.
I have forgot how to cry.
A person is sitting in the corner, I have no expression of cold walls in the face, and I will draw the only heat of hot tea in my hand.
Looking at the laughing crowd, still smiling, my sadness no one knows.
(two)
The blood continued to flour out from the wounds on the hand, I forgot pain, let a fresh blood drop on the floor.
Suddenly, I found my blood is not bright red, and its color is the same as loneliness.
I have forgotten the color of lonely.
Open the door, I smelled the winter's breath, and my heart can't sleep,
In the cold wind, the naked heart is torn, hurts to numb, and lose the feeling.
(three)
I am with the same country in Lonely, which may be a fate.
I put a candle in the dark, and the faint flame gently jumped, it was a silent heartbeat.
The candle is full, the darkness is swallowed with me, no resistance, no struggle.
I have already used it to the dark.
Walk alone in the middle of the night, no one, my world is still only myself,
Cold and helplessly spread, I am with pain.
(four)
The boiling boiled water kept hot air, I dtrically looked at it, and my thoughts flew out of my body little.
What am I thinking?
what else can I do?
Constantly ask yourself, did not answer.
I have been used to questioning myself.
There is no thought, but there is breathing, breathing clearly, I can listen to my heartbeat.
Powerfully, I still live.
(Fives)
Open the computer, hear the mouse and keyboard to make a crisp sound in the quiet night.
No one on QQ.
Suddenly someone requested the authentication, in his self-introduction, I saw a quite reasonable:
"Because I am bored, I get online, but I have been more lonely!"
I didn't hesitate. I held the mouse to press "Verification", then the line, turn off the computer.
Lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling in the eyes, keeping the sentence.
It turned out that I have been used to boring.
(six)
My life is meaningless, my life is not happy, because helpless, because of ruthlessness.
Without the goal, I live in my own unique way, live in my own world.
Going on the road, don't pay attention to those guidance and cold eyes,
I still walk in front of it, and I still hang an inexplicable smile.
The passengers in life, why do you want to think about whether you are just my passenger?
Remembering you, I put a smile, stopped, look up, not blue, is a lonely color.
I can't force yourself not to miss you.
(Seven)
In the sofa, I caught the temple with your hand, and the habitual migraine was hit by me.
There is a glass of ice water and analgesics on the table, I didn't touch them.
Close your eyes, feel the pressure that pains bring to me.
I have been used to torture yourself.
The cold hand suddenly felt warm, it turned out to be hot tears, I thought I had no tears.
(Eight)
Angel has wings, I don't, so I am not an angel.
The devil has magic, I don't, so I am not a devil.
I have, is helpless, desperate and loneliness. The hope of the heart and the desperate struggle, the winning is helpless.
I have learned to accept helplessness and I want to have no choice but to compromise.
......
The disadvantage of angel is too kind, the shortcomings of the devil are too evil, my shortcomings are too weak.
(nine)
Gently close your eyes, make your strength, breathe without your air.
Is freedom? Still thinking? I can't answer myself, I didn't have your air so thin.
I also learned to adapt to the weakness of the air.
Laugh, cry, noisy, have trouble, now I need it, just indifferent.
(ten)
The bright sunshine is on my body through the window.
Open your eyes and gently gently gently gently gently, I was on the quilt, I am going to continue to be interrupted.
Once the dream is awakened, it cannot be continued.
I get angularly from the bed, my hands, my hair is sloppy.
wake up.
I shook my head in myself, I was desperate to accept the reality and greeted a new day.
I am used to a constant life.
(eleven)
"The back is true, people are fake, there is nothing to persistence, you are not you, I am not me, I am
Sadness is true, tears are fake, there is no cause, no more than one hundred years later. "
I seem to have seen you and reach out, but just touch a blank.
I know that you will still be you after a hundred years, just less my thoughts.
(twelve)
The wind blows my hair, I don't care, slowly walk in the streets of the winter.
I moved in numbness, a little blurred, faintly saw you in front of me,
Step by step, you are getting farther and farther away from me.
I am desperate to run wild, know that you disappear in front of me.
Put the footstep and breathed the mouth, I started laughing, laughing my own stupid, laughing my own stupid.
(thirteen)
In the room, the book is full of a whole table, I am sitting in front of the book, and sighing.
Silenced for a moment, I suddenly stood up and reached out of the boring book,
Throw it in the wall around, then drop himself on the bed.
For a long time, I got up and picked those books, put it on the table,
I laughed without helpless, buried myself into the book.
(fourteen)
I was on the table, I deeply buried my face into my own arms, and my tears came out.
I am constantly doing deep breathing, trying to fluctuate in my heart, but I can't do myself.
(fifteen)
I unloaded hypocritical smile and put a tired face. Still with your attachment, just I have learned hidden.
......
My life is still as calm, the only fluctuating is to tears when you want you.
