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.
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.
The water drops
Running fast before they land
Ruthlessly upon my clothes, hair, and face
Trying to make it out alive
Without a bit of scars
Or the wounds of where it lands
Like fighting jets and bombers
These little drops are missiles in disguised
If and when they start to fall
I panic enough to almost die
Enough to know that – coverage is essential – a bunker
home – leaving is second to everything
My clothes, skin, hair does not tolerate these missiles coming from the sky.