on acts of desperation

when we look around to find ourselves surrounded by the void

we often like to plunge our minds into fantasies to delude our hearts into believing we are loved

but in reality our fists pound against windows trying to attract whoever lurks inside

and soon the sorrow dulls the crack of your hand as you smash it into the glass 

every sip of wine or drag of smoke or 50 story drop 

is just another beg to lure the attention of the one who ignores us most

because the only way to feel their stare is to throw your body into the fire

but even then the burn of their eyes is never a guarantee

so our pain is in vain as our cries quiet to a silent, violent plea 

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