Oceans are moved when you cry. If you look up into the night sky you can see the stars glow bright to support your light. You’re not alone with the pain you feel because everything around you understands in their own way of existence. You are alive just as those are too. You don’t need a heart beat to be heard. Feel in ways you need to because you were meant to be painted with life, painted with tears, a picture to feel, all these moments of our lives.
Sometimes I am afraid.
I am afraid to be alone.
I don’t want to endure a specific journey of life by myself. We are told to be strong, but at times I am so weak.
I find myself lost staring into the dark blank cieling in my room.
Who am I suppose to be.
I’ve lost people, and a special one, and I’ve lost myself. Wounds are so fresh, I tell myself not to do anything crazy, I tell myself to not drown my feelings.
I can keep telling myself things, but what I feel conquers over my strength. Is it too early , is this because I’m at the early stages of healing. I can’t help but blame, and keep putting blame.
I’m so angry… I know I need to be strong, but all I want to do is SCREAM and CRY, and lay back down into my dark coma of frozen time.