Standing alone
in this eternal downpour.
Rain washes over my face,
as hopelessness takes over
my heart.
The drops hit my face
in a pattern
I won't ever remember.
Because now
the feelings
are overflowing.
I'm worthless.
I'll never be good enough.
No one cares.
These thoughts crowd my mind
as it rains even harder.
I look up
to let the sky's tears
mix with mine.
The drops are icy,
but not as cruel as my thoughts.
Never that.
At least my tears
are hidden by the rain.
No one will know,
nor will they have to.
The tears roll down my face faster
as the wind knocks me down.
My heart asking why,
my thoughts asking
what did I do
to deserve this pain.
On my knees,
I beg for help.
To anyone at all.
Anyone?
Please...
Please..
Please.
There is no reply.
I hear my heart breaking
with a final clap of thunder.

I stand alone
in this eternal downpour.

A book.
Simple enough,
As a concept.
But it’s
so
much
more.
It’s a world of imagination.
That pulls you in.
That traps you
so you can’t
leave.
A drug
you're now
addicted to.
Sustenance you
really need.
A place to
curl up
and feel safe.
It means
Staying up late.
Ignoring
absolutely
everything
else.
It means throwing
your best interests
to the wind.
Because who needs sleep
when you have a world to discover,
A place to call home?

Melancholy.
A pretty word
with such a sad heart.
Makes you wonder
what made it so.

Melancholy.
The way it's said
so passively,
inattentively,
ignorantly,
makes me want to
scream.

Melancholy.
The word is reverent
and should be treated so.
A beautiful expression
to be used with care,
if you please.

Melancholy.
It's not sickly sweet
like some of the others,
yet not too sour either.
A little bit salty,
like tears.
But really,
who hasn't tasted their own?

Melancholy.
The word flows like a river
of tears down a cheek.
One filled with regret,
sorrow, loneliness.

Melancholy.
The more I say it
the more I like it.
The way it drifts,
and takes my thoughts with it.
Not to a happy place,
but a place of quiet,
sad thoughts.

Melancholy.
Even the word itself
draws me to it.
I think it is,
in part,
because I relate.
Sometimes,
it seems,
we are all
melancholy.
And I am but one
in a million
who feels it too.

There is a void
in my heart,
waiting for you
to fill it.
It takes
more
and
more
of me
each day,
so please,
find me
soon.
I will lose
myself
otherwise.

Happiness comes in different forms:
Thunder storms
and hot cocoa.
Reading
by a foggy window.
Frozen lemonade
on a hot day.
Getting lost
in good music.
Laughing so hard
you cry.
Hugs from a person
you've missed.
Brand new, cute
haircuts.
Getting a letter
from a friend.
Looking at a drawing
you're proud of.
People's reactions
to gifts you give them.
Surprises and
surprising people.
Cuddles
while watching a movie.
Playing with dogs
and puppies.
Looking around,
and realizing how much
good there is in this world,
despite how dark it looks.
Because you have to
get used to the darkness
before you can see
all the forms
happiness takes.