The Floating World

Contradiction, so sweet its taste,
When self esteem is but a memory,
And your former self is left to waste.

The tormented soul leaves for the shadows,
Cloaked in familiarity and welcomed by the dark.

In a world where one doesn't need friends,
And you are your own person to hold or crush.

The floating world where nothing matters,
Where its useless to care about anything,
Anything that would eventually shatter.

Feelings of hope, trust, friends and family,
A hidden curse in its blessing,
The things that hurt us the deepest,
Where the numbed heart never stops bleeding.

Come with me to the floating world,
Where all is naught but dreams and shadows,
Where pain is beauty and beauty the breath of life.

No man is an island,
But could a mere mortal truly suffer THIS much?
THAT, they never did tell you, DID they?