Fragments of the Broken

Night And Day

Night falls, lights out.
Staring at the ceiling, trying to sleep.
Tossing, turning, nothing.

You're wide awake no matter how much you try not to.
You find yourself with this bottled up feelings.
The emptiness, the fear, the pain.
You try to ignore it, but you can't seem to find a way.

You check your phone,
trying to distract yourself,
and it works for a while
but again you feel the same.

You look through your contacts but then put your phone away.

It's better to not bother others with your stupid problems,
and with your mixed up feelings.
You get up from the bed and look out of your window.

The moon it's looking at you
and the stars are shinning bright,
just like every night,
but it's a bit cloudy
and the moon
from time to time
hides from your sight.

You climb out your window and stand in the ceiling,
to have a clearer view,
and find yourself in your favorite spot,
where you spend most of your sleepless nights.

The moon reappears
and you stare at it silently,
still with the bottled up emotions,
that pain you carry
that empty feeling on your chest,
and then that's when you start to cry.
Softly, quietly, slowly.

Alone with the moon,
the stars
and your blurry vision
from the tears rolling down your cheeks nonstop.

You feel the pain,
the hurt,
all from your memories.

These feelings,
the ones you hide,
and keep them to yourself.

All bottled up,
and that makes you feel miserable.

You then,
after a while,
you climb back to your room,
close your window
and lay in your bed again.

Next morning you wake up,
as if nothing happened.

Nobody nows you cried your heart out last night.

Then again,
they never notice anything.

During the day,
you are the happy,
the cheerful,
the good one,
and when the night falls,
you are the broken,
the fragile
and the one who cries
up in her ceiling,
alone
every
night.