I put on a smile sometimes.
I laugh and joke, when inside
I’m choking on tears
I’m too ashamed to cry,
and in all honesty
I’m not okay.
A sea of melancholy
is holding me
under its surface,
smothering me.
I need a hug,
some warm company.
Someone to cut through
this mental facade,
the brick wall
I’ve built in place.
To see the real me
and still hold me
close to their heart.
I’m struggling,
my mind is at sea
and the rest of me
is on some desert island
under shade of palm trees.
I’ve pulled out all of my loose threads,
I’ve discarded of so many frayed edges,
now I’m just the memory of a sweater
dangling on an empty hanger.
But my heart is heavy,
and I need someone to smile
and say it will get better.
I have been outside for so long
that I’ve become a worn paving slab,
that has forgotten how to just belong.
The sound of my own voice grates in my head
I want to sit with your voice instead.
For you make me think of sunshine,
you make me see the truth
that I’ve hidden behind the grime.
You give me belief in the me inside
on days when I want to flee and hide.
And I need a hug.
Just a hug.
That feeling which says
no matter how bad it feels
soon there will be good.
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