Sweet little nothings

small acts of love

a kind note

a little boat

a kind hug

a little smile

and all the while

just little things

done with love

The moon

the stars

the sky

the whole universe to be explored

it makes my mind explode

there are stories to unfold

all you have to do is go forward

I feel as if there is this hole inside of me

I try to fill it with meaningless things

distraction after another

but once the distraction ends

I find myself just sitting there

it changes nothing of how I feel inside

I just want to be happy

is that so much to ask

it shouldn't be that hard

most people can do it

so why can't I

I don't know what happened

maybe i've been overdue

it never really lasts for that long

but

I want to feel joyful

is that too much to ask?

Why can't I just be me

why is there a need

to be

pretty, smart, and happy

when I can be those things

maybe not to your standards

but mine

is where you find a light

where you hold on tight

deep in the dark

drowning

no way out

but

it's when the light creeps in

that you find hope

When the room caves in

no way out

your limbs go numb

cold

isolated

shaking

crying

no one seems to care

just calm down

breathe they say

as if i haven't tried

all i am screaming is help

but no one seems to hear my cries