Crying Deep

I'm sitting here, hoping for the best to come, crying because the feelings sunk so deep, thinking back to the memories, it makes my skin crawl and creep.

Holding my knees so close to me, hoping not to fall back in to them, the thoughts haunt my soul, dragging me back in, for all these thoughts are taking its tole.

Another tear trickles down my cheek, following the line of the other ones, in sink falling one by one, building a puddle below me, my body shaking in tears pun by pun.

Will these reasons, ever be good enough like all the other ones were, to carry me past the crying line, and call for victory with me, and help it go past like time.