talking to the Moon - that's Y I wrote iT.

I got over it at the end

My mind is battling so much, a tempest within,
Seeking solace, a place where I can begin.
But the world seems distant, a puzzle unsolved,
No one to confide in, my thoughts left untold.

I yearn for someone to understand my plight,
To listen without judgment, to bring me light.
But the words elude me, trapped within my chest,
Silent cries for help, a burden unaddressed.

Alone, I stand, with no comfort to find,
Hoping for a lifeline, a compassionate mind.
But the silence persists, no one asks if I'm okay,
Aching for someone to inquire in their own way.

I write to you, pouring my heart on the page,
Hoping for a response, a comforting sage.
But the silence echoes back, no answer in sight,
Leaving me stranded, consumed by the night.

I'm pleading for help, my voice a desperate plea,
Longing for someone to rescue me.
But my family knows nothing, unaware of my strife,
They see my smiling facade, assuming I'm fine in life.

I've bottled up so much, emotions tightly sealed,
Unspoken sorrows, wounds yet to be healed.
How long can I endure, this weight I hold strong,
Yearning for release, for the pain to be gone.

In the depths of darkness, I search for a glimmer,
A ray of hope, a hand to pull me from this simmer.
For I am not okay, though no one seems to ask,
Yearning for validation, a simple empathetic task.

But until that day comes, I'll continue to write,
Finding solace in the words, a temporary respite.
For in the act of expression, there lies a spark,
A reminder that within me, resilience leaves its mark.

And so, I'll keep holding on, not knowing what's in store,
Seeking strength within, until I can endure once more.
For though the battle rages, and darkness may persist,
I'll find the light within, and conquer with a clenched fist.