Been living in a daydream, a mere fantasy.
Things seemed to be 'normal, ' but there was more underneath the surface.
Laughter and happiness filled the air, but there were whispers through it all.
Thoughts I thought I would never face again were creeping up behind me, and were there all along.
...
Tears
Tears.
For pain.
For help.
For sadness.
For self.
For happiness.
Slowly brushing down your cheek.
With a salty taste of bitterness.
Nothing to be said or heard.
But the faint cries of hopelessness.
Or grief.
Or joy.
And the long lasting pain I bear in my heart, of sorrow.
And the screams of help I've been needing.
For so very long.
So long.