troubles
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They knew they should be happyBut it had lost its spark.The light of the relationshipHad faded into dark.They didn’t want to tell h
The Rain. It trickles down my window seal.It rushes to the ground, doing a cannon- ball on the blades of grass.The Coffee. The smell inpermiates my nose,making me inhale deeply,enjoying its strong aroma.
Little Worries
“Do what’s right and never lie.” I say
“Why, when he’s big and mean?” She ask.
“Little voices can do big things.” I say
“Little voices get hurt too,” she says.
Does pain really cease?
Or is it a mere conformity?
Does darkness provide ease?
Or simply consume the light we no longer see?
I know why you do it.
I know that the numbness
and dull moans inside your skull
is near
all consuming.
Some days pain is the only
voice that is shrill enough
to break through
he takes all i have
and all he leaves behind
is my regret and sorrow that
has remained for quite some time
i fade to ashes in the wind
when his words singe away my pain
Tired eyes.
Please believe me.
My body aches.
Please release me.
Mind is numb.
Please leave me.
Hands are shaking.
Please forsake me.
Heart is pounding.
Please disown me.
I struggle to put the words in my head
Down on paper.
Words hold power, and mine would stir
The minds of those who thought they knew me.
Other worldy, inter galactic thoughts.
Sitting in a room full of people but nobody can hear your scream.
Walking down the halls alone as if you were in a horrible dream.
Walking the halls
Is harder than you think
Losing friends
Can happen in a blink
Having stress
And feeling depressed
Are all the things
I'm trying to express
It's not that i wanted to be late,
even i have troubles
and yet those trouble never mean a thing
to you.
If you can have time for your selves
why can't we?
We study,
We pay attention,
He reaches out because he is lost -
He is so tired of drowning his sorrows.
When instead of compassion he is met with disregad,
He finds himself falling even farther.
To say what I haven't…
To whisper the words that I could not say
I forgot the way we use to once be…
The connections that use to be had…
The bonds we use to share
I lost them.
I strayed from the path…
