Just now, two moments from now
My red eye shut out a drop of sea.

One salty teardrop.

I hadn't cried for over four months when I needed my tears the most.
And so
Just now, two moments from now
I wrote a letter and that one drop ran quietly but fast down my one sad, emotional cheek.

For all the time I hadn't cried I was convinced
"to cry will be the only relief"
And so
Just now, two moments from now I realized:
Life doesn't work that way.

I miss you dear,
I miss you near,
I miss you close,
Here by my side.

I feel alone,
This smiling cold,
Drove me too far,
Too far from home.

Home is a place where I belong,
A home is feeling your own place.
A place where you can stay.

In mutter crying just inside,
To hold my breath until it dies,
I wanna find my better side,
And carry it deep in my heart.

To cut it’s roots into my mind,
To let me see that brother mine.

I miss you dear,
I miss you near,
I miss you close,
Here by my side.

I’ll let you know,
I am the worst,
Maybe the best,
You’ll ever see.

I’ll carry you with all your heart,
I’ll hold you close until we part,

The mountainside I live on is all but the worst place on earth!
Oh! I wish some wise one would come let me free of myself!

I miss you dear,
I miss you near,
I miss you close,
Here by my side.

Am I alone here or what?
Is this the universal english I've heard about all the time, the always, the forevers?

The TV in a big room is on. A computer plays the loud videos about nothing. The people talk, they are polite. My head is fine, I'm alright. The wind blows so strong in on my window. The dogs bark all the time at much more nothing. The lovebird, that little, small parrot. He sings. So loud.

My head is fine, I'm allright. The lie.

The noise from every part of everything. Even in silence I hear disgusting murmur.

I don't hate life, don't hate the people, don't hate myself. I don't hate the situation I'm in, I've seen it before.

I do not have the answer.
It doesn't float to me on a plate with wings made of gold.
Like it used to happen before

I do not cry, I do not weep,
I cannot fly, I cannot sleep,
I have no day, I have no light,
I am a nightmares ****** at night.
My day goes dark, my shaddows grow
And from the inside of my own
I am affraid, I want to weep,
I want to cry, I am a creep

And I know why.

It is because I'm not alone, when I have problems they are small
They are too small to matter much they grow me weary
They are big.
Only for me and for my mind
I problem others of my kind
I talk of problems that are mine

The only thing I do is whine.