some days we just wake up sad.
it creeps up on us, slowly
like a shadow in the afternoon, climbing up the wall.
until suddenly it’s all dark
and we’re cold
and alone.
some of us take pills to help
some hold our loved ones close
and some of us simply sit with our back to the world
and our eyes fixed on the horizon
watching the sun set
praying for tomorrow.
and it’s funny how the best of us
have the worst stories to tell
and we hide our sadness behind a smiling mask
while our hands sweat
and our lungs collapse
and our hearts break.
and the ones who keep up appearances
often cry behind closed doors
and while the world simply walks right by us
we’re reaching out
for a hand to hold
for someone to care.
because we’re the ones who care the most
the ones who’s dreams are disturbed
who spend their nights tossing and turning
sleepless and insane
waiting for the sun to rise
staring at the roof.
and some of us don’t make it
it’s too easy to succumb
there’s only so many times
we can cry on the floor of the shower
before we question
why we’re still here at all.
and our blood flows freely
for those who have hurt us so severely
and the salt rubbed in our wounds
is just another scar
waiting to be formed
from someone else’s knife.
but those of us who carry on
do so with heavy hearts
weighed down by sorrow so deep
it’s like wading through mud
guilt stricken and dirty
we come home.
Wow, that was really deep, great poem.
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Thank you… it’s good to get it off my chest every once in a while.
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