♠ How am I supposed to feel? ♠

How am I supposed to feel?…. I just don’t know any more… depressed and lonely or forgotten…to rot in this place… a shadow among the world looking for its human… just be… not me… or he or she… just this and life not them or strife….or that and they.. just as may we obey the world and all its rules…but it feels forgotten too… like nobody cares, just a rug on the floor in front of your door to be stepped on and used then thrown away… it cries silently while time goes on not caring for it and who is lost and confused and barely breathing… going and going… receding… just a poem and some words thrown together to make it rhyme but means nothing in the end because no one listened or no one heard that it was speaking harshly to them… not like they would care anyway… how am I supposed to feel? explaining it is impossible, thoughts that are to deep for words, and no other mind can comprehend… just me… an unfinished soul…an untold story… I lay in the sand…with the stream of tears feeding the dry desert, soaking it in to water the soil buried beneath…an explicable dream is... just waiting…waiting to be dreamt by a special person at special time… in a special place out there where stars are born and plants are formed and things of that nature , unbelievable possibilities await but are kept secret until they are ready to show them selves worthy of the grandest of great things that we still have no idea are about… its all a mystery…its all confusing… why cant we believe that we don’t feel like anything or everything at all… like feelings are questionable and ubiquitous among all mortal and immortal… big or small…just everything that’s anything…or nothing at all… and when its time to face the music we run like fear will eat us away, when there’s nothing left for us to gain we die of not trying to do what we must to put together messages strange miracles leave for us …inch by inch second by second day by day time by time… we’ll just let it slip away like it means absolutely nothing… and in the and when its all said and done…we wont know anything thing other than we were bored and complained…a shock to the mind…a body left bleeding…just a poem … just emotions on paper… letters and versus…