When I’m alone, I cry. In the the depth of loneliness, in the midst of all the silence, I cry.
Unheard and untold, my demons roar and pound through my chest. After being chained up through the course of the day they grow stronger from the silence. Gnawing through my heart, the pain is unbareable. The first taste of freedom, they won’t stop.
Warm and bitter, I drown in the particles my soul seeps through my eyes. I would fill these sorrows in the ears of a treasured soul, but which soul is around long enough, long enough to help me carry on.
While my demons bruise me, life goes on. Time doesn’t freeze, the leaves won’t stop falling. The world moves fast, to stop for the likes of a crying girl, or to stop and wonder the reason a soul would cry alone. In the darkness. By herself.
When I’m alone, I cry. Nobody will know, nobody will care.. But I hear my howls and I see my pain. I’m creating more demons, fighting more battles and leaving myself more scars.
But when I take my first breath of the cool air, my first conscious breath, I can clean myself of the scum that holds me in chains now.