I’m floatingg

One time as a child I lost my parents at a carnival, I began to cry cause I was scared I would never see them again. My fear had taken over and I had sat down and sobbed. I’m doing to the same thing now. I’m lost, I feel like sitting down and crying, but this time. I don’t want to be found, and i’m no longer crying of fear. I’m crying of hatred, i’m crying of sadness, i’m crying of anger. Although mostly i’m crying because i’m tired. This world is a constant weight on my shoulders just doesn’t want to leave. Only the when I depart to see God for the first time I believe the weight will be lifted. “Suicidal people are just angels trying to get back home.”

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