Be wild

Poem 4

(Not my art)

You know that longing feeling? That feeling that makes your chest ache because you want it so badly. But what is it? What is it that my heart is craving for?

Is it love?
That poisoned feeling that takes people under, or let them shine in a bad way. It crushes people, rips their wings or throws them in the ocean. It can also be nice. That sunset you can watch while feeling wanted. That needed safety you can get. Your tears will be dried every time they show up.

Do I crave that?

Is it happiness? The feeling that nobody can bring me down, that I have won the prize called life. The feeling of riding a rollercoaster for the first time, or that feeling of pure freedom. That feeling that everything is amazing, and the bright smile plastered on your face. The feeling that your luck can't fade away.

Do I want that?

Or is it the depression I crave.

That familiar feeling of nothing. That dark place in my mind who was always there for me. That pitch black aura what pushes everyone away. That fake feeling of safety from the isolation I gathered.

My heart doesn't speak. It doesn't tell me what I crave. It just lets me hanging above the edge, with all my emotions tearing me apart. I can't do anything but watch and hope it is all over soon. That I can sleep peacefully, that I'm the leader of my thoughts again. I will keep on fighting though. I will keep pushing and pulling till I'm on top again.
Till I'm the boss

I.
Will.
Survive.