There it is again, that wave of sadness.
That wave of sadness, it brings winds of madness.
The winds of madness, they blow dirt into my eyes.
With dirt in my eyes, I can’t see the next wave building high.
The wave is building high, but my hands are on my face.
With my hands on my face, the wave hits me and my surrounding space.
Gone goes my space, the sadness is drowning me for long times.
And for long times while I’m drowning, nobody will realize.
And while nobody realizes, my tears only build into the strength.
The waves are strong, and so is my will to let them take me away.
Oh waves take me, though I’m not sure why you came.
Why’d u come, waves? What brought you my way?
My way is now yours, I let the waves wash around me tight.
So tight I can’t breathe, but I will not fight.
Fightless and flightless, the sadness whispers in my ear.
In my ear it whispers, why are you even here.
Why am I here I wonder? should I ask it the same question?
Question its appearance, because I was the first one investing.
I’m investing my life, into this intruder in my room.
It’s in my bedroom, tapping on my brain to let it though.
Let it through so I do, and I am overcome with emptiness.
All I feel is emptiness, there is nothing that the old me would want less.
But now I feel less than human, with the waves pounding in my mind.
And my mind, it is so scared of being left behind.
I’ll be left behind anyways, I’m told because nobody really likes me.
Nobody ever liked me, so I let the waves engulf me.
I’m unhappy, though I have no reason why, I don’t want company, I just want to sit and cry.
© Waiteing