the days have become more of a drag,
I find myself disconnected from those around me,
unable to form bonds that should be everlasting.
I cry when I can,
Or when my heart allows me to,
yet there still tends to be pain that follows when the tears subside, there seems to be no other way in which to relieve the heartache I am feeling, than through sleeping when there's still daylight out because my mind and my soul become restless as the sun comes down and the moon rises
This is when the darkness takes over and it becomes less appealing to find beauty through the mess of sorrow that remains scattered throughout my heart
I will not allow others to see the painful sides of me that have been buried deep in the foregoing life I have lived and will continue to live
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 2:18 AM UTC
the days have become more of a drag,
I find myself disconnected from those around me,
unable to form bonds that should be everlasting.
I cry when I can,
Or when my heart allows me to,
yet there still tends to be pain that follows when the tears subside, there seems to be no other way in which to relieve the heartache I am feeling, than through sleeping when there's still daylight out because my mind and my soul become restless as the sun comes down and the moon rises
This is when the darkness takes over and it becomes less appealing to find beauty through the mess of sorrow that remains scattered throughout my heart
I will not allow others to see the painful sides of me that have been buried deep in the foregoing life I have lived and will continue to live
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