if you’re the sun then i’m the rain
which colour should we be today?

There’s no word for my pain,
There’s no word for my broken heart,
Is this heartbreak feels like?
Lonely, Alone, Cold and too much Pain.

Laying down at my bed, Crying.
Please let me go to sleep,
And wake me up if the pain is gone.

All I can see is all black,
The love is gone,
The happiness is gone
Just all black and pain.

Is this life or is this the hell?

These words, like blood, flow through my veins. Burning through my skin as they try to escape my body. They need to be heard. Need to be seen. I can't keep them inside much longer. I need to get them out. They keep me awake at night, taunting me. Ideas flow through my head like a rushing river, my lips the dam. As the seasons go cold, the skin on my lips crack, giving space for these words to flow. They flow through the air with the harsh winter wind, bringing tears to my eyes as they whip around me. Tangling my hair into knots. Despite this, a sense of warmth envelopes me.
Knowing these words are free now. No longer haunting my dreams. Pounding in my head. Screaming to be set free.