I can't tell if the burning behind my eyes is because I want to cry
Or if it's because I'm holding back the tears
I feel as if I have no reason to shed
Just a few
But my heart tells me otherwise
I can't unravel the tangled messages it's sending
Is it an SOS? Am I calling out for help?
Am I wounded,
But not able to feel because the
Adrenaline pumps so furiously
Because I'm losing
Because my cause for fighting isn't clear
I can't tell if the burning behind my eyes is because I want to cry
But it casts a mist,
That's so fine and grainy
That makes the picture almost clear
But I still can't make out
The warped being that's in my chest
Beating out of sync
I can't tell if the burning behind my eyes is because I want to cry
To weep and wallow
To dig a hole so deep, so dark
And hope that my pity won't follow
Cover the pit
Don't let light through
Let the ragged heart feed the ground
And sprout a sapling
That carries small sinews of hope
I can't tell if the burning behind my eyes is because I can't cry
Because there is nothing
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My Glow in the Dark Stars
RandomA journal written by a confused seventeen year old girl who tells her feelings to the glowing the the dark stars on her ceiling "Only I can change my life. No one can do it for me. " -Carol Burnett
