The pieces I write don’t have a title. They are just a little part of me.
In the dark; pitch black room
I sat there alone with my thoughts
Tears streaming down my face
The moon seemed to have lost its light
The stars weren’t shining anymore
My heart was burdened with so many questions that I think it almost forgot its real job; to pump blood because the colour of my face was turning pale
The voices in my head louder than ever
A series of what ifs, hows and why me
I didn’t know for how long would I have to bare all this
To me, it was like an endurance test
A test I’d fail miserably
I would have almost lost this battle to my never ending, screaming monsters in my head
When I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around me; gentle and comforting
I opened my eyes and looked at your beautiful honey coloured eyes;
Full of love and hope
Staring right back at me
Giving me the strength I never knew I had in me
I knew I could always count on you