in the night

what are words? what are words to me? what are words to you? They can mean so much to me, yet so little. Then again, they can mean nothing at all. Words are slowly disappearing. Words are replaced. Words that reflect pain, guilt, conscience, love, no one uses words anymore. It's a war we've lost against each other. Not being able to express our feelings. Simply because people are ignoring feelings. Neglecting it, abandoning feelings. Scrunching it up like a piece of blank paper and throwing it into the bin. Not the recyling one, but the one that says "TRASH" Are feelings considered rubbish? Cause if so i'm rubbish then. Just crumple me up and throw me away because i'm full of rubbish. I'm full of shit if you may say so. People find feelings to be annoying, a waste of effort to provide even the slightest bit of sympathy. How much rubbish have we thrown away over the years? Countless. How much of it have we picked up and considered it a jewel? Too few to even have it written down as a note. Feelings are like splinters. It gets you deep and it hurts. Not to mention that it's hard to get rid of. It's either you leave it in or just go through a hard time trying to pick it out. We're all bloody emotional. I'm envious of a lot of things. Probably envious of you. It's a compliment, really.