Disturbances
of my little dark quiet place
mourning where no one can hear
hiding my arms from the people who care
not knowing why
but pushing them all away
they get close and i collapse
falling
looking at what i loved fall
closing more into myself
more desperation fills in my lungs
saying things that are later regretted
closer to forgo tin feelings
but never quite there
feeling for what has left
and wishing away what i have
it will be the same later on
wanting back the things i wished away today
