Changing Habits

I've been here before and I'm here once more.

Let me abandon my feelings for you.

I'll be waiting for you no more.

And perhaps for someone else.

Someone not like you at all.

Sadness in Everything

It's the dreary feeling on a Monday morning.
It's missing friends who always seem miles away.
It's the raging sound of the rain on the rooftop.
It's the undependableness of friends.
It's the heartbreaking color of the sky when the sun is setting.
It's not doing anything worthwhile.
It's the sight of an airplane in the sky.
It's the uncertainty that hangs in every word.
It's deciding not to take the risk with someone.
It's the smell of nostalgia on a drab afternoon.
It's missing a deceased loved one.
It's in the old songs and tear-jerking movies.
It's being undecided on what you want to do.
It's in the plans that never happened.
It's being terrified of almost everything.
It's not having someone you can call your own.
It's sadness, in different angles.

Irony

Someone told me to stop crying already.
I wept even more.

Fleeting

Stay away.
Say your goodbyes.
Cut your ties with me.
You will be fine in time.
Let's not choose to be friends.
It will always end up like this anyway.
Feelings, momentary, short-lived, easy to forget.

Pulling Me From The Other Side

My mother wouldn't permit me to claim my rights for depression. She wouldn't tolerate my emotional outbursts and episodes of self-pity. She wouldn't allow me to lose clarity during my panic attacks. I am grateful to her for rescuing me from insanity every single time. But I am sometimes tormented by her walls of denial.