The Abyss

You only know empathy once you've been through the wreck.
Jingles along the dock smile because they know.
They're laughing at your pain because you have caused it on someone else before.
That person was scarred, scared, and lonely, while you're feeling sorry for yourself because now you have to endure the pain.
That's not fair.
This is the abyss, the young and the weak.
People go on because they don't understand the falling.
But they lay at home slowly decaying.
Stop the second you start, but open yourself up.
There is no right answer to the conflict of wishing.
There is no correct assignment of the truth.
The baffling action followed by the wavering cry.
Why does life listen to your fears?
Piling up, all at once the attack is made.
Hoping and fearing the unknown.
Coughing up the hate that builds is healing but not real.
It comes from the soul, the glimmering bit of excitement.
Bathing in the glory of tonight, none of this is right.
Everything about this is so right.
Just don't forget the meaning of the true dream.
The tactful goodbye will never be the end.

~ Lia Rose 5/8/13