Sadness

 

Music,

Blasting in my ears,

Hiding the whimpers of my sobs.

 

Tissues,

Scattered all around the room,

Not even leaving a path for someone to walk.

 

Knocks,

Trying to get into the room to help,

But all I want is to be alone.

 

Pillows,

Soaking wet, but I don’t

Want to lift my head up.

 

Weak,

I don’t have the energy to get up,

I feel as if I might never get it back.

 

Confession,

Even though I feel like a mess,

I should know, it’s for the best.