azalea's pov:
sometimes i feel too much and want to crawl up and cry, but i take a deep breath.
and i tell myself i'm okay.
i convince myself there's nothing wrong, that i'm making it up.
never showing any sign of emotion
because crying is weak
and i know, if i ever allow myself to shed a tear everything i've been holding in,everything i've balled up inside my mind, will pour out with it.
and i'm not ready to feel it all at once.
when i have no one left, and i feel as if this is it i turn towards the sky for a sign.
i wait until the sun sets,waiting patiently by the window looking up at the sky that never fails to show its vibrant colors.
i look up for a sign of hope cause surely it's hues will comfort me,accompany me in a way no one else can.
but tonight i wait and wait and hours go by only to be given cloudy skies.
and on the one night i need it the most,it has none left to give.
there is no more hope and maybe the sky just wants to say that maybe this is truly it for me.
