hiccups

Days at office seem awfully wrong.I spend them in silence,never questioning the cause or the source.Its difficult and painful to stare at blank faces,faces you thought you loved to see evryday.I dont want pity though.It seems that these days are endless and the mere thought of facing them again tomorrow is morbid for me.But,somewhere in this strange quiet i have made a world for myself.I speak to myself quite often now,maybe because there isnt anyone else.There is a limit to evrything they say,a limit to loneliness,well...Its so long now that i gave up trying to find why,why exactly i was the victim of so much scorn.There are positive sides to life , i am actually quite suprised how easily i can survive all alone.Its making me strong ,and killing me.killing the softer side of me which in the future no one would dare to see.Is this happening for a reason,maybe.maybe i ought to learn that which i see so obvious in other's faces.I am dying in a certain way and somepart in me is growing.Some part that i feared to let out.That part which needs no friends.Cant they see me crying ,the morose in my eyes.If they saw that then they would give a smile,maybe thats all i need now.