I go to sleep with tears rolling down my face making its way to seep into the pillows
I have drenched myself into a beautiful melancholy of sad music. As each tone begins to play, I start to associate different moments of sadness to it.
I want to go back home A home filled with memories and moments I lived happily in I want to run through fields of time and spend each moment getting lost in those fields.
My heart throbs and pounds It races and runs out of breath My mind races to help but it too gets stuck in its own quick sands I do not struggle with getting out, so I just accept my choice to sink.
The thing with getting out using force is that you never free of yourself from what you feel You are abrupt with the escape You are not closured You leave it and move on…
When it comes back later, it comes with a powerful wave and knocks you down again but this time, it promises to be stay there for longer and will make you feel everything you once forgot to allow yourself to feel.
I am so confused I want to cry endlessly Every moment that once scared me is coming back to haunt me Every moment where I spent nights crying inside my mind is coming back to suck the tears out of me.
The grudges that I carry inside me, I do not anymore I am not proud of those grudges I want to feel liberated but how can I when people think so wrong of me? I want you to be happy, person. When I speak of you, visible moments of hate present themselves but my grudge does not continue to lament.
All I know is that I have a feeling growing inside me, a feeling to be loved I want to engage in acts of love without having to think about next day’s and regrets I want someone to be beside and hug me, placing sweet and sensual kisses on the side of my neck while telling me everything is okay. I want to drift into the unknown with him. Why would anyone ever love me and for what? For just one long second, I want to act without having to think about consequences.
I want to cry I want to cry and pour my heart out I am doing everything I can to make this happen but nothing seems to work. Instead, I have this anxiousness building up and I have no cracks for my tears to come through
How long will I have to cover up the deep gnashes cutting me so that others won’t judge us all? Why hide the truth when everyone knows it but it can’t be brought to light because the world would look down on us? How longer would I have to care? Why care about the world at all when it is our lives being lived? Give me an answer and I will remain silent I do not want to be a pawn to be sacrificed for the greater good.
It is not easy growing up because more feelings come into play and sometimes there is no way to comfort them My imagination cannot always fix it for me That very imagination wrecks my soul.
Feelings create poetry Sadness creates beauty
How long can I convince myself to deny the thing that fixes a part of my life because of the consequences that come with it? I seem to be loosing at everything I care about.
As I get ready to sleep onto my pillow The stars in my sky fall down leaving a canvas of black My sadness says goodbye letting me rest for tonight promising to invite itself back again for an other time