Adding a bit more weight, for my feet to hold,
are the tears I hold within,
and my gaze goes up, to the darkened clouds,
which have held in all the rain,
waiting to pour, when it gets silent,
like our dark hearts, benumbed with pain.
The memories crawl around my neck,
lingering slowly, they capture my breath,
I don't try to free myself,
Maybe I'm not that strong,
Or maybe I fear a life,
that can't calm the waves of death.
It's not that I don't miss you,
every picture of you is fixed up here,
in a mind that's just surviving,
despite being sick of living,
still trying to feel alive.
I give a glance to the bright stars,
hanging and illumining a world so far,
and the one that shines so bright,
never fades away, out my sight.
Maybe I miss my home, maybe I miss my sky,
maybe I miss you somewhere,
In a dark corner that somewhere hides,
since you took that pill alone, and fled,
as I kept wishing for wings,
without learning how to fly.
