The Pure, Simple, Truth.

Unknown,

Unknown,

In the early hours of the morning,

Sadness touches my form,

I remain wrapped in my duvet,

Waiting for the calm after the storm.

Fresh tears rest on my cheeks,

As soft melodies play into my ear,

I feel lost, dizzy and shameful,

I faintly resemble the girl I was last year.

I stare into space,

Searching the ceiling for a reason of the sudden distress,

For something that will erase the feeling,

For Words that will remind me of my previous success.

After highs,

Do come many lows,

It's a fact I can accept,

But of the sudden negativity I can not help but wish to dispose.

Dark Lines paint themselves under my eyes,

As I do my best to drag myself from a tale of woe,

I’m attempting to hold my balance,

Forcing myself to forget the misery, happiness is all I am required to know.