Standing in the middle of a field, letting the wind sway my soul. My heart beating to the sound of the wind. Every breath in is a painful reminder of all that I lack. All the things I'm not. All the people that don't want me back. My heart longs for happiness and warmth, but I only fall for the things that don't last.
I watch the trees sway, my heart beat picking up speed. The faint whistling through the tall brown grass. My soul very much entertwined in the weeds. Some parts destroyed, and yet some parts blossoming.
I take a moment to wonder if I am growing or if I am stagnant. Am I learning through this pain or am I letting the pain overtake my being? Am I really letting the weeds over take the very center of my being?
Why can't I break free from the pain of the thorns crashing through my life, the very things I once held dear is torn apart and astray.
I wish for more sunlight, for more wind to break through my petals. I wish for happiness...to let go of the misery and once blossom again. When will I ever grow and learn? When will I ever feel the sun again?
I watch the trees sway, my heart beat picking up speed. The faint whistling through the tall brown grass. My soul very much entertwined in the weeds. Some parts destroyed, and yet some parts blossoming.
I take a moment to wonder if I am growing or if I am stagnant. Am I learning through this pain or am I letting the pain overtake my being? Am I really letting the weeds over take the very center of my being?
Why can't I break free from the pain of the thorns crashing through my life, the very things I once held dear is torn apart and astray.
I wish for more sunlight, for more wind to break through my petals. I wish for happiness...to let go of the misery and once blossom again. When will I ever grow and learn? When will I ever feel the sun again?
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