Have you ever been so sad that you thought you might die from it?
Ever been suicidal at a birthday party, or dreamt you were flying with your feet firmly grounded?
Do you sometimes fight dawn, wishing you could sleep forever?
All the absent strangers with their eyes so wide and timid.
Giving their looks of forgiveness and pity that were neither heartfelt, nor necessary.
I was just as I should have been but could never find the peace in that.
With so many dark thoughts and lonely tears, I was sure I'd rot right out of my skin. I could sometimes feel my insides churn and curdle.
It wasn't that I wanted to hide, but more that I never had anyone with which I wanted to share. I later found acceptance in my own.
As it seems I am no longer alone, but I still get sad, I still loathe the birthday girl, I still dream, and forever is still not long enough.
