I hear you, you right there, I know what you were saying or about who you were saying. You are the voice in the back of my mind that always holds me back. A hushed whisper of an imperfection or a hushed whisper of a right decision going wrong. You are always there, be it sadness or happiness. You make ne depressed when sad you make me sad when happy.
Life tries to make me feel better, I feel better but here is that hushed whisper again. How can you be happy? I'm here to take your happiness away, I need a happy jar to live, I need to fill it, it says. So there goes my happy again.
Washed away by a wave of sadness so strong sometimes that it makes your heart race with anxiety, makes you question every action be it yours or some other person. You start getting paranoid and it gets so much that you can't breathe anymore without the misery anymore. You need it like you need oxygen to live, like you need water to quench your thirst and food to rest your hunger.
Why are the hushed whispers there? Are they really there to fill the happiness jar for themselves? Do they really want to suck the happiness out of you? Maybe.
But what we have to do is fill their jars with sadness instead of happiness, so that they can die of their own medicine.
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A Girl With A Dream
PoetryJust little snippets of how my mind works sometimes... I sometimes write with food on my mind and relate it to life.
