How many more tears?
How many more thoughts?
The memories keep coming back. I can't handle the tears from dripping.
I miss everything, everybody.
This isn't what I actually call home. Wherever I'm happy, thats what I call home, and those are my friends
Fill me up
I shall drop
And you shall form a pond
Form me and pain is formed.
Sadness and despair.
I wish everyone was here.
For tears are always there to drop.
Memories, pictures it makes me tear.
There goes the drop I speak of.
TEARS.
I thought it would've been easier this time.
Though it wasn't, I just cared for my memories and friends too much.
I have no part of me to forget them.
But my tears shall always form in time.
You are what brought me true smiles.
True laughter. True joy.
I wonder when we shall see each other once more.
To end the tears
YOU ARE READING
Under The Shadows
Short StoryHide from the pain.Just smile, and everything shall be hidden. Raise up your hood, pull into the dark, put up your mask or go into the fog to hide your pain. This is where I release my feelings.
