Random thoughts of a Stoic
I killed it all
Searching... Searching... Searching... Still i find no filler for my vacuum,
Death wish they say I've got but my adventures becomes numb and uneventful the more thrilling they feel it gets,
Daredevil the new me, S. H is what got me dates with the therapist,
I search still for fun, for fame but love eludes me,
How do I understand what's missing, how do i get my heart to accept the reality of love when I've not known love, how do I imagine love when all I've seen is hate, violence and the lots.
I gave love, I got hate, I gave compassion, I got detested, I gave all of me and time after time, I got hurt.
My only armor against it all is to become stoic ...
No! I can't let go!
Sorry if i can't fake a smile, show you some happy emotions... I killed it all to live, i killed it all to exist, I killed it all to be free, I killed it all to find a new me.
I killed it all for me.