They were wrong.
This dark void does nothing to calm me.
It only twists my mind,
Into something I thought it could never be:
A coward.
How could a smile,
So seemingly perfect,
So seemingly happy,
So decieving,
Hide so many truths.
My eyes hide unshed tears,
They slowly fill up and get bottled away.
Only, my bottle,
Isn't considered a bottle.
It's more of an ocean.
There's a storm brewing in its salty waves.
It's more than likely to break the levees.
So, when I'm gone,
Please don't cry for me.
Rejoice at what once was.
Be happy when remembering the past.
And feel comfort knowing the sea was calmed.
