I won’t talk to my daddy, because he may say I’ve insulted him again.
I won’t talk to my mummy, because I may start irritating her.
I won’t talk to people, because my misery slaps me when I look at them.
I can’t talk to God, because I hate to keep saying sorry.
I can’t talk to my guardian angel, because I feel she’s me.
I can’t talk to me, myself, because I’ve given up. (I hope not)
It hurts.
Tears want to drip, but I have to hold it.
Hold tears so people won’t shout and
Curse you.
Should I laugh?
I’ve forgotten how to.
But you do it all the time?
Those are cries I can’t turn to tears.
I shake and I’m like,
Somebody hold me!
Nobody does,
And with that, I calm myself.
Kiss, kiss, kiss!
Guardian angel gives me.
I laugh.
Stop!
I stop my only laughter.
Maybe because I don’t want to laugh again.
Sob, sob, sob!
I cry to myself.
Just release all emotions,
Till time withers away,
Leaving me behind.
I see it,
But I don’t say goodbye,
It doesn’t either.
Far apart are we now,
Time and I.
I doubt I want to call it back.
What’s past is past!
And when I look at it, and regret it,
I cry. Maybe laugh. Depending on
The kisses and sobs.