When the rain of tears falls down and hits my cheeks, it’s a
beautiful thing.
Unable to step outside the stupid rules, I cried.
My map of the future was to blurry.
Wanting to fill up my worn-down hearts,
I just gathered thing that I don’t need.
GOODBYE, I say, because those beloved things won’t come
back.
In the corner of the night, quietly,
My little closed heart is starting to open up,
My color is changing to a deeper and gentler
Shade as I take the morning light.
If just being concerned and grieving for someone’s future is
called kindness
Maybe my worn-down hearts will be filled more easily than I
thought.
I make countless mistakes, but if it won’t end,
I WANT TO LAUGH.
I pass through countless nights and move closer to the sky
than I was the day before
While I wilt sometimes, I squint into the light and take a
deep breath again.
And now I feel like I’m breathing and alive again.
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