A rustle of leaves
a rush of wind
soft earth below
this feels like home
Sweet little nothings
small acts of love
a kind note
a little boat
a kind hug
a little smile
and all the while
just little things
done with love
When you ask yourself
how many times can you fall in love
it can be an infinite number
for when you truly love someone
there is no limit to the love you can give
The moon
the stars
the sky
the whole universe to be explored
it makes my mind explode
there are stories to unfold
all you have to do is go forward
I feel as if there is this hole inside of me
I try to fill it with meaningless things
distraction after another
but once the distraction ends
I find myself just sitting there
it changes nothing of how I feel inside
I just want to be happy
is that so much to ask
it shouldn't be that hard
most people can do it
so why can't I
I don't know what happened
maybe i've been overdue
it never really lasts for that long
but
I want to feel joyful
is that too much to ask?
Why can't I just be me
why is there a need
to be
pretty, smart, and happy
when I can be those things
maybe not to your standards
but mine
is where you find a light
where you hold on tight
deep in the dark
drowning
no way out
it's when the light creeps in
that you find hope
When the room caves in
your limbs go numb
cold
isolated
shaking
crying
no one seems to care
just calm down
breathe they say
as if i haven't tried
all i am screaming is help
but no one seems to hear my cries
