I wake, tears staining my face. What's wrong with me? Why can't I move on?
I'm scared, so scared. The images roll through my head again. And again. And again.
I bury my face in my hands. I wish I could go back and retrace those steps. But no.
It burns me, eats at my heart. But I can't let it go.
Every time I try to move on I just end up feeling alone. So alone.
I'm a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own. But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone. So I watch the summer stars to lead me home.
A/N: Written while listening to Silhouette by Owl City.
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Petals of Eternity
PoetryA bunch of poems and metaphorical shorts. Some may be triggering for those struggling with depression, suicide, etc. But some of them will also be meant to give hope.
