I think stars have heard more secrets
Than any pair of human ears,
They’re trusted with our troubles
And are the guards of all of fears.
Perhaps we share with them our sorrows
For they too have known the night,
Yet they’ve learnt to let the darkness
Simply emphasise their light…!

Was I always meant to fall?
Roses white and dying light
Silver’s sweet forgiving bite
She’ll ask “why”
No answers found
And I’ll rot deep
beneath the ground…!

I tell you to be strong
while most days
I feel like I’m one push away
from crumbling?
I’ve been holding my breath
waiting for an impact
Please excuse my silence
It’s hard enough trying to hold it together
without having to also carry your pain….!

Dear Future You,
Hold on. Please
Love,
Me.

                                        Dear Current You,
                               I’m holding on. But it hurts.
                                                  Love.
                                                   Me.
                    
                                                                                           Dear Past you,
                                                                               I held on. Thank you.
                                                                                                           Love,
                                                                                                               Me.

Emotions just….falling, one by one becoming non existent all staring with joy and happiness. It won’t stop until I’m empty, nothing there…dead but still here. Disappointed in us. This. Whatever is this anymore? Round and round in circles, the same problem over and over. Time. If that is a problem, why? Why does everyone obsess over time? Screaming at the top of my lungs “help me I’m drowning, drowning in tonight’s thoughts just like yesterday’s” every night dying as I suffocate myself with a pillow just so I don’t worry anybody with my problems. Music is my best medicine and is the only friend I feel I have at the moment. Staring at at the ceiling as I listen to music through my earphones just trying to stay afloat. It’s starting to get gat harder and harder each night to do so~