The Hurting

i have nothing to say today but that of sorrow. i laugh at danger but cry only in my soul. im saddned from what ive seen, where ive been, and whats been done. nothing can change it. yes, the past IS the past, but its real enough. burned into my memory is that of anger and frustraition. how to let go? i dont know. grief. tears. pitty on my soul. on my heart. shattered to pieces too small to reconnect. a bite taken from me. a missing link. no tape or glue strong enough to bondage. strong enough to love. intrested enough to care. i run to the cliff in my imagination over looking the ocean and watch the waves crash. my heart crash. sckethes drawn in realization of real terror. real horror. then framed and hung on the walls of my mind. i cant stop thinking about it. all of it. pain. sorrow. rage. all parts of it. all parts of this world. ive seen it a million times.... but still cant stop it. i see it. i remember. it hurts to see the hurting. im powerless. watching as a statue would. not moving. not volunteering. i cant move. it cant be helped. i cant help it. nagging at my concious. tearing of my heart. can barely hold myself up to hold them up. to hold you up. wings are what i need. to fly out of here. needing the serinity of free falling. take me out of here and heal those that i cannot help. heal you. you broken world. you continue spinning, but is it the right way? a river flows down the mountain. finds the easy path, but you. world. you climb the steepest part only to fall. you fall. and im sorry, but i cant catch you. it hurts to see the hurting.