There is no way to know the truth.
The pain and the rain of tears coming down.
There is no way to figure out why.
The flash flood of tears.
There is no way you will ever know.
The the pain in me has to do because of you.
I only look one way.
In hopes that He will help me through.
Through, the sorrows, misunderstandings, tears, pains.
To the days that rain,
I thank you for shedding the tears.
Because it shows me that crying is ok.
Natures cries some days.
It helps other places.
Not just the negative.
Crying is reviving.
It’s the beginning of a new beginning.
A New more invigorating start.
Coming down from above
And moving out from within.
I’ve never feared missing something.
Or someone so much until.
I felt that I lost them.
There is no way that any one can know
If I cry - is it always sadness?
Inpossible to know.
I say. I am always happy.
These tears scream JOY, even if it comes out in pain.
There is - No way!
This is destined to be this way.
To look at it differently is to lose reality.
For this is what’s already here.
And thinking of what it was or could be.
Is a thought on the mind of a person with fear.
Take it for the solidness that it holds.
For your thoughts are hallow wishing to be known.
And only you will feed it your time.
Who knows them, but you.
This is what it’s supposed to be.
Deal with this first and never what you wanted it to be.
Nothing stands still and ever so slightly everything moves.
Hair super messy.
As if the wind has been waving.
Though she’s in the room - not outside.
She’s panting with exhaustion.
Definitely, she’s been working hard.
She’s definitely excited.
Though happiness doesn’t seem to be it.
The wind is not there for the hair.
The air is not there for the hugs.
The panting is not from sitting.
She’s been fighting.
Against the suctions of my mind.
Trying to bring me back.
There are many a ways
To get somewhere
But the somewhere
Is always the same.
The sun so bright.
Yet the darkness is so deep.
There is no shine.
Everything is a dark pit.
Drowning out all light.
Even though the sun is so bright.
A yellow dot in a dark sky.
There is really no light.
The darkness outshines the light.
I need to know.
What it feels like?
What it is that I feel like?
What it is that you make me feel like?
What it is that the situations make me feel like?
What drowning feels like?
Wanting to scream and water fills your lungs.
Wanting to cry but the water washes the tears away.
Wanting to express something in anyway.
But the water, and the drowning only allows for panics.
It doesn’t express any other emotions.
Drowning is the equivalent of my anxiety.
For I will drown and die first before I can express where my mind and emotions are.
And you will only see my panic.
Sometimes the rain falls slowly
And other times it has speed to it
And other times it has weight
The rain is the indication of the same thing
In different ways
It looks the same
Smells the same
But it traverses different when it falls
Like the tears coming down you face
Those tears flow differently depending on the pain.