Being alone feels good
But isn't it torture sometimes?
Silence is peaceful
But isn't it deafening sometimes?
Seeing someone happy is nice
But doesn't it hurt sometimes?
Hearing a laugh is pleasant
But isn't it scary sometimes?
Sometimes, had become always
She wanted someone to be with her.
She wanted to laugh
She wanted her heart to fill with mirth.
But she found herself having nightmares,
Banging the walls and scratching the floor.
She wandered and was lost
When she was trying to find the doors
Which she thought would lead her to happiness,
But all she got was sorrow.
She was so sad
That no one could make her cry anymore.
She was so hurt
That no one could cut her anymore.
She was so cold
That no winter could freeze her anymore.
She was so dead
That no one could kill her anymore.
