I'm clinging...
but what am I clinging to?
Oh, this ruffled pillow beside me
crushed within my arms
and this poor pillow i look upon
is drowned within my tears
what to express, what to address
all these mingled thoughts
that strangle my conciousness
clinging to things to soothe me
wishing you were beside me
I can't say this is healthy
my body feels so weak, so brittle
feels so fake, just might break
what's food anymore?
me eating to stay alive...
to fill the empty space inside?
why am I still breathing?
intaking of air, as if I care
moving on with life as if I dare?
but i don't feel this urge
not one single urge,
to let the empty days pass by
without him near, to much to fear
that my mind might just give in
to the fitful thoughts that lie awake
inside my mind, I cannot shake
so i cling into my pillow
cling tight, won't let go
trying to find comfort, is there such a sort?
ready to smile, for just a while
and to let my mind breath
letting thoughts within me flow free...