Ocean Eyes

Cry me a River

     For years I'd wonder when I would wonder when I would find someone or something that was real... something or someone that would last.

     So I'd try to fill that empty space with the joy I get from helping others. It numbed me long enough to savor the short sweet moments that I was able to salvage. However, when that feeling faded I began to crave that numbness more than the last time, pretty soon I found myself residing in the comfort of false hope.

     For years I'd stretch myself thin to meet the needs of others and found a way to give even when I had nothing left. People would constantly confess their admiration, but really...I was just down right pitiful. I was nothing but an empty oyster, staying dormant as my precious pearl was ripped out from inside me.

   Through the cold, cold nights I'd do nothing but cry and cry and cry until I cried myself a river, and then a river into an ocean. I was in up to my neck before I finally went under. Deeper and deeper I sank, with no hope of returning to the surface as I drifted father from the light.