“Curbs and Sidewalks” (un-edited)

I am sick,
I am sick of this sickness.
I look at this world around me,
it beats down,
it rips.
You can hear the loud
CRACK,
SNAP
of my bones shattering.
Sometimes I look about,
At the heap of worthless
Shit,
“Nothing matters”.
I tell myself
That a thing,
The company of another
Is what I need.
Is it true?
I look at
These two by two’s,
And I feel alone.
I wish there was someone,
Someone who understands.
One who sees me,
Who loves me.
One who honestly loves me.
I want to feel the soft touch,
Of temperate skin.
I want to feel the warmth
Of another’s heart beat,
As my arms are tenderly wrapped around them.
All I feel is cold,
My feet are numb
And my hands are shaking.
I am alone
In this cold nothingness.
I am filled with hate,
Hate driven by this pain.
I see this petty world
Filled with these fucking
Hacks
And assholes!
Stuck in the crap
I’m about waste deep
I see all the people around me
Some ankle deep
Some knee deep.
Every last one of them
Act like they are neck deep
WAKE
THE FUCK UP
You have someone who loves you
You must never lose sight of that
For it is the most important thing.
I am forced every day
To see love ever part of it.
I don’t even have an inch
Oh to have
But a single inch.
I know this world is large,
I am struck by its vastness every day.
Now I ask you,
To ponder this concept.
In such a far-flung
And colossal world,
How simple will it be for me, to find
The perfect inch.
Why do I bother?
I write these words,
But what do they do?
They wont bring the inch to me,
And they won’t make and inch appear.
There is no inch,
And I can write till my fingers bleed.
I could make
Every possible
Endless
Combination
Of words.
But I can never;
Explain how alone I feel,
Or how cold my fingers and toes are,
Or how painful it is
To see two people in love.
No matter who writes it,
With whatever pen and ink
Nothing and no one,
Can explain
The soft lips of the kiss I will never get.
For that inch,
That photograph inch,
Before our lips meet,
It will never be seen!