Pastels running grey

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This is how I spent my easter. and most holidays. i just wanted to share this. in hopes i'm not the only one. this was me just a few hours ago. I feel better now :)

Submitted: April 08, 2007

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Tossing my pen I say "I don't want to write anymore."

As I get up I walk past the pen that just stop spinning on the floor.

Take a break and go out side away from this place.

Stand out here in the grass; let the sun hit my face.

Breathing in deeply, stretching arms open wide.

Its good to on this day, face the memories I try to hide.

Breathing out slowly.

As I close my eyes and tone out the world as it spins.

The grass below can see the storm clouds closing in.

So much sorrow.

So much pain.

The grass below rejoices in my rain.

Just let it fall.

Let it all fall.

Just let it roll down.

Holidays are so hard with them not around.

I miss them so much.

I'm so alone.

So empty.

But so emotionally filled.

I don't know if I should thank the powers that be.

Or cuss them for doing this to me.

I don't care.

If my neighbors stare.

As they enjoy this pastel day.

Right now my pastels are running grey.

I needed the fresh air.

I couldn't breathe anymore.

The grass below can hear the thunder roar.

Dam it.

It hurts so sooo bad.

To remember what I had.

Lighting illuminates the grass below, as the darkest clouds form from within.

GOD DAM IT !

FUCK !

ITS NOT FUCKIN FAIR !

YOU JEALUSE INSENTIVE FUCK !

The grass can see the hail storm about to pour.

I don't care if I look like a dumb-ass throwing a fit.

I'm human and one that's not afraid to show it.

I need to knell down, tears I can taste.

Calm down, pull my t-shirt off to dry my face.

Breath out deeply.

Look up from letting out completely.

And I say " daddy misses his babies, and I miss you to Hun."

Thank you babe, I feel better now.

That's one more day down.

Tomorrow is another.

Maybe just maybe.

It will be the day.

That I will be heading your way.


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