Sitting on my knees,
Weeping out my soul,
I cry out my eyes praying for the sun to shine again.
So broken, yet not crumbling as I walk.
Shoulders straightened and lips quivering, as I try to keep my sobbing to myself.
Day and night I long to be comforted, to be embraced and kissed tenderly like a baby I was supposed to be.
Yet, here I am, older than my age because I was already running when I was supposed to be crawling.
Every time I spent alone with the crowds or the with myself, it never made a difference for loneliness was the only friend I had.
I waited for an invisible friend that never showed up. Yet, you were always here with me.
My paper was here for me as I pour my tears and heart to it in a black sticky ink.
Oh my poor heart, if only you knew what life had in stock for you, you would have come a little bit prepared.
How I wish life isn’t a mystery, for it puzzles killed me emotionally yet, left me stronger physically.