Sometimes I cry at night, when no one is around, weeping softly to myself, hardly making a sound. I cry for all the pain I never knew was there, and for not having someone to hold me, letting me know they care, I lay awake and stare, out at a cold and windy sky, wishing to be free, not knowing how to fly. I think of times long gone, and a voice I'd use to sing, to make life seem a fog, that the pain was just a dream. Sometimes I actually believe, that I should just forget the past, and linger on the good times, to always make them last. Then I remember the pain, as tears roll down my cheeks, thinking about things I hadn't thought about in weeks, I try to draw the portrait of this fear of life I feel, To get it all out, but my pain is too real. So I lay there in the dark, and I let my tears dry, saving them for the one, on who's shoulder I can cry. By: Shannon Joy Dougherty |