Walking along the shore
Feeling sore from emotions indescribable
Forced to live, silently suffering.
The only outlet being the salty deep reflecting the perfect sun
With all my strength, with all the anger of everything ever felt
I yell out to the open waters
Sobbing, breaking down in the rough sand.
It’s almost as if it speaks to me, in the form of crashing waves,
as if it feels sympathy
The only sympathy,
My heart is so messed up I don’t even know if it's deserved by me
But it’s either releasing everything on the quiet seabed
Or facing my real problems
Which are too much for any sane mind to take;
That is if I’m still sane
After all, I’m screaming at the ocean,
And it’s funny to think I expected a response..