When the sun makes the rolling hills its grave
The sun turns from a screaming orange
To a midnight blue
I feel in myself, a remembrance
A piece of who I am is sparked
Like flint on steel
A part of me feels at peace
While the rest pours emotions
Dreams seem achievable
Goals seem reachable
Segments of my mind excite
Motivation once buried, is now alive
I can breathe deeply
I see the world, not corrupt
But thriving while conducting undeniable hardships
As I look at the night sky
It becomes clear to me
That sometimes you need a little bit of silence and patience
To see the good in things

If my soul was a stream on Spotify
It would never get any play
Mainly because I display what most
SEEM to portray
But when the doors are closed
And you are all alone
Feelings create downpour
And you cry tears you wish...
you had shown

It doesnt matter why i was there
What mattered was the lack of life in the plastic grass
The absense of smiles amonst my peers
The apperance of midnight blue in the rim of our undereyes
The ache in whats left in the rest of my heart

The nurses were rude
Sent us to bed without dinner , if scraps of cereal and old meat could be a substitute
We were scolded for our imperfections and nuances
So we left learning to not save anything for special occasions
Me being alive is a miracle alone

Grab fiercely
the heart slowly fading
                              a wondrous, yet sickening state of mind
                                 a beautiful yet wicked woman
                                                  dying faith
                                              pierce the bones
                                              with four points
                                       a bargain no longer

entwine your heart with mine
listen to me when i cry
press your ear to my screams
extend your voice to the cellar of my mind
experience my pain
run your fingers along my self inflicted scars
see the story beneath each and everyone one of them
breathe my troubles
swim in my stress
scrape your nails on my weary bones
crawl in the hollows of my eyes
understand that i am what i am
and there is nothing more that i can do
but to accept myself it

I, Too, Sing Sadness
I, Too am depressed
I am the neglected one
They tell me i have no problems
When i am too sad to do anything
But i cannot help it
And i abhor my scars
And yet i continue to create them
Tomorrow
I'll be more sad than yesterday
When they ask me why , and i answer truthfully
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me
“ What is wrong “
Then
I, Too , Sing Sadness