Random Ramblings

I am inspired to write today however I do not know how all this will come across, but I have to write it, maybe I’ll find some answers, maybe I won’t, all I know is that I feel a need in me to get this out.  It may come out as a really bad poem, or just a bunch of rambling, but you have been forewarned.  I make no guarantees of this making sense, especially if I don’t know if it will make sense to me, but here goes…

I’ve been caught staring off into space

I think my heart is broken into a million pieces

As I write this, the tears start to flow.

I have no idea what in the world to do.

I don’t know if I should even stick around.

I feel as though I am at a point in my life,

There are so many things I am terrified about.

I need somewhere to find the answers.

I can’t bear this hurt anymore, I’m about to crack.

I see dark clouds coming my way but can’t run.

What goes around comes around I believe.

Things that have happened before are coming

I can’t stop them, no one really can

The vicious cycle of life is out of anyone’s hands.

We just have to sit back and take what’s given

Too many things come flying at you quickly

It’s hard to make a definite prognosis yet

Do I follow my heart, if so which piece?

I am more confused right now more than ever.

The dark side is calling, extremely loudly.

I hate the other side of life, it sucks

Things are all turned upside down

Everything is wrong, sad and evil.

You can’t escape from it anyway

It has a strong hold on you, forever.

Why do tears hide so often?

Wouldn’t it help to cry? Yes

Why can’t I help myself?

Do I even know how? Yes

What am I going to do?

Things have to change and quickly or else.

I’ve been down this road before, sort of

Part of the road is familiar while most is unknown

The familiar isn’t even comforting at all.

This is a scary journey and I’m all alone.

If people are supporting me, I can’t see them

They hide like the stars during the day

My nights are not what they should be

The stars don’t come out anymore

They can’t break through the storming clouds

I’m scared, terrified, afraid, nervous, anxious.

Emotions are over flowing with no real exit

Bottled up for so long they wait to be free

Things are changing and I can’t make sense.

Sad, confused, unsettled, alone, miserable.

Keeping things hidden is what I’m good at

No one really knows the extent of it

I’ve tried to tell people, it hurts so much

The breaking point is so close to taste

Someday may be too late.