I apologize for how badly written this is, but sometimes my emotions can only express themselves when the lines are entirely flawed.

Is this how it feels?
There aren’t even words…
No place to begin….
The heartache that I feel,
knowing you see the World so bleak.
and knowing that I’ve lost my place,
I’ve finally stumbled and have fell.
But, who the hell am I? …

It hurts me to see you like this,
to know the thoughts that have run through your head…
To see a soul, crushing under the weight of the World…
I want to save you,
but I too am lost..
and I am sorry!
I’ve never mustered up the courage,
and that’s why I’ve lost my will.

but, you are my eyes,
and I am the body they’re perched upon.
You are the muse,
and I am the courier that must release the storm.
My thoughts are incomplete,
more of a feeling than having any meaning.
but please,
wake up for me…
Open your eyes.
See what’s sacrosanct.
The crushing weight isn’t worth retaining,
although I know it’s so familiar.
Your souls been left throughout a drought,
but the dreary daffodils will return to life with care.
If my tears will wet the soil enough,
i’ll pray that it rains down until the void is filled.
because we are the only thing that ever made sense.