My bed I lie,
With words left unsaid ,
No one to share my thoughts with,
Only my pen to scribble words unknown .
Lucidity I lack,
With words choking me ,
Unsure on how to express them,
And tears left unshed,
With only my journal to comfort me.
Hoping that one day ,
I would see a place that makes me feel whole ,
Like I'm alive and that I matter ,
Tranquility I seek.
So,I scribbled my thoughts ,
Hoping that it would get to someone ,
Who can relate and understand how I feel,
When and where ,
None I know the answer to ,
but still ,I hope it gets someone who finally do.