I feel so alone.
I could just cry
at any given moment.
I could cry a whole river
And it still wouldn’t be enough.
Because I know
that as soon as I stop crying,
I will be no less lonely,
than I was when I started to cry.
And no good words
and no amount of positive energy
none of it seems enough
To conquer my sad dark soul.
And it’s rough
and I’ve had enough
I picked myself up
I paved the way
for a new day.
I smiled through the pain.
Happiness would reign.
And I cleared my mind
and I forgot every memory
and I began to tell another story.
One in which family loved you
and friends actually stuck through.
And once again,
the wrong people
were the reason why
I did not know love
I did not know trust.
It was a rainy season
to my new day.
And although I tried,
no one else seemed to care
that life never seemed to be fair.
I began to cry.
And it still wasn’t enough.
Because I knew
that as soon as I stopped crying,
I was no less lonely
than I was when I started to cry