guess i hit rock bottom...

this night wreaks of shame, infected wounds and tears of anguish. if any of those things had a specific scent that could mix to create something putrid. i take this scent unwillingly into my nostrils and look away to helplessly grope through the dark to find some kind of invisible reassurance that the pain will subside. its not like me to speak of this, but honestly i dont think ive ever felt this hurt. however, strength finds me when i find IT. i can do fine all by myself, but it dosesnt hurt to recieve a few kind words. injustice is disgusting and cruelty is horribly realistic. kindness is often in individuals but a tad rare in large groups. i dont want to speak of sad logic and all that shit because im far too optimistic for depressing poetry maybe thats why it pisses me off to read it.