at 4 in the
morning the sun
is never up
but i usually am

i worry
about things
that are out of
my control
even more about
things that are

get up early
when i work
and earlier
when i don’t
the older i get the
more i learn
sometimes you
need to cry it out

alone
at night
into your pillow
the blankets
wrapped all
around you

sometimes you
need to cry
and cry
and cry

until the morning
sun falls across
the tears dried
under your lashes

and the lump
in your throat has
dissolved so you can
breathe with ease

you need to get up
let hot water
wash it away
let the steam rising
from your mug soften
any sorrow left around
your morning eyes
take a deep breath
don’t mention it
to anyone

and
just
keep
going

i will
just
keep
going

I'm fine, just fine.
I'll let go of your hands now.
  I am my own salvation.
   I don't want to be sad anymore.
    Myself has forgotten to call you.
      Sadness and scars became an  
        old memory.
          Everyone knows your voice,
            I can smile now.
           But,
             I don't wanna be lonely.
            I'm trapped inside and I'm  
             dead.
           I want to wake up, I hate this  
           dream.
         I can't get a grip on myself.
        It is so dark.
      I knew that you are my salvation.
    Give me your hand.
Save me, save me.
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Sadness erupts from
Thoughts &
Daydreams.

Wishful thinking &
Nightmares.

Loneliness &
Reality.

The list can go on
And on…

Must I feel this way
When I have nothing to gain?

Must I torture myself
When I feel so empty?

The bane of my existence
Is to feel this pain.

I can’t embrace happiness
The way most folks do.

If I ever were to feel
Joy…

Then that would be only
In paradise.