Love is like the warm feeling you get inside when you drink coffee in the cold morning.
You are tired and weary, probably freezing as well.
Yet as soon as you pick up that warm cup of vanilla frapuccino, you are filled with warmness and happiness inside.
Fear is the way you clutch your bear and blanket in the middle of the night, as you're having a dream full of grey and black. Waking up, and dreading the moment you fall back into slumber.
Loneliness is the way you lay yourself down, getting ready to fall asleep. Hugging yourself to sleep because there is no one there to sing you the sweet verses of a llulaby. Nor they are there you pull you into a warm atmosphere when you wake up in the middle of the night, tears streaming down your face. No one there to comfort you.
Sadness is having to stare in the mirror at an image you can not bear to look at because you compare yourself to someone whom characteristics are and will never be the same as yours and you know it. The way you pinch the loose skin around your thighs and arms. The way you smear the lipstick and mascara off, Even make up can't hide what you feel inside.
Dying inside is like being a fish out of water, no one really cares about. Everyone walks pass you as if, you don't exist. It's struggling to get back into the water to survive but you can not, No matter how hard you try. Like a human drowning in front of everyone yet no one seems to notice it.
You're dead.
YOU ARE READING
Bewildered Truth.
Thơ caI'm just a child who writes as if tomorrow is my last day on earth. A child whose style does not consist of short skirts and pink make up, but of pens and notebooks. My mind is as ease once the ink hits the paper, every thought lingering around my m...
