If I tell the sorrows in my heart,
it will burn my tongue.

If I keep it inside,
I'm afraid it will burn my bones.

If I let it go,
I'm afraid it would burn the whole world.

I can't let it out,
So I let my sorrows stay inside.

Oh, evolution, you could have saved the day if you had kept us as monkeys swinging gleefully in the trees instead of elevating us as humans with restless minds and lethal egos.

I wouldn’t be with me either.

i used hate the way i would be awake at four in the morning.
i remember the way everything used to feel so haunting and scary.
there were no words to describe how deep inside my mind i would sink into,
scared and afraid of no return.

but now,
oh now,
i love it.
i fell in love with the quiet.
there was no more worry or fear.

my words weep
tears
my tears weep
words