I'm watching
my happiness float away,
as a rain of melancholia
colours my vision grey.
I'm watching
as hope springs run dry,
like tears from lonely eyes.
I'm feeling the coldness
of a winter of frozen dreams,
I shout to the sky.
Can I have some light,
a smile, some warmth?
Would it be wrong to ask
the flowers to bloom for me?
Would it be selfish
to wish for a less stormy sea,
if only for a few days, a week
just to feel some peace.
I'm tasting nothing but sadness.
That empty feeling in my gut
only replaced by the acid burns,
as my stomach churns.
I'm pacing my mind,
as my legs have no motivation to walk.
I'm writing out lines,
as my mouth has lost its ability to talk.
I'm feeling lost in a void.
People tend to avoid
those that are feeling deeply devoid.
So, I sit here getting
more and more paranoid.
Have I upset or annoyed?
Is it too big an ask
to not have to feel constantly
under my own personal attack.
From my own feelings
turning themselves on me
when I'm feeling flat.
Is it too much to ask
to want a day where
these questions don't
need to be asked.
Thanks for reading
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