In my younger days
there was pain
and a rage
that would raze
the world away;

A deep injection
of sorrow infections,
coupled with
disappointment,

and when I erupted
I kept almost all
of my volcanic outbursts
to the form of exercise
or other means of
self-hurt,

because I did not
want to cause
anyone
the same
sickness
of anguish
that I suffered.

Whether it was
waking in tears,
punching solid objects,
or working out
to the point of
exhaustion,
purging my stable
of demons,
what a
painful exorcism.

Now,
I am healthier,
and I only engage in
a less brutal regimen
in comparison
to deal with my issues.

My friend,today will soon end
It's  now or never,you'll  check the timing
A lonely tear falls down and dries on the cheek...
A friend reached out and tried to understand ..
if only the globe paused for your perfection,it would drawn in a tear lake.

Now or never!I'll  realise..
A contemplate of a teardrop,that's  all I see
It's all dry deep down your eyes,but signs still show,huh!
So many nights it dropped,trickling down,wet as the sand on the beach.A lonely heart imploded around a frown.
Tomorrow ,this will feel like yesterday's  newspaper!

Life will carry on,if you want to see your star shining,
then  check the night speed.You've  never seen the susnset..
It all felt like dawn,right?
Filled with tears,but now you'll  see it set,and that  won't be amere..I believe .
You can always find a way out!
Becca