Familiar
It was nice to meet you, “You” who was so ‘Me.’ The familiar loneliness that brushed over you was easier to get along with. It’s comfortable to see The same emptiness rooted within you that’s buried deep inside me; The futile attempts you made to fill the void in your heart; All the pretense you put on to hide the bleakness spread throughout your soul. I know, to seek solace in your sufferings is cruel, But, I think it’s comfortable to see a person who is as broken as me. When I say, we are the same kind of people, I mean, people with the same fears; people with the same pain; people with the same scars; people who are stuck in winter untouched by a moment of warmth; people abandoned under the scorching sun in a shadowless place; people who don’t feel like people amidst people; people who are gulped by an endless dark pit in every break time; people who need to keep their minds busy, so the voices inside shut down, so the screams inside get silenced by the busyness of the moment, so t