today I can have a silent morning…..
a silent afternoon…..
and a quiet night….
feels like when I say something…..
I have to start running from a ghetto bird….
feels like I am doing something wrong with love….
feels like the only roses I wait for are the thorns to carve my heart out…..
I feel skinned alive from emotions….
I feel lost in space for silence and to question my wrongs…..
am I happy that your here, if so, why do I always feel confused? why do I feel like I owe something in return…. why can’t I seem to ever be seen with honesty…. why do you always have to be mad because I say things when I don’t feel okay? I tell you I am not… you think it’s just me telling you I don’t wanna hear from you…. but in reality I just don’t know or remember why we got angry? an if I remembered….. the moment of silence…. can help…. but like you say…. it doesn’t always seem to….
© Eyesinthedark