As years passed by,
Whenever the clouds would cry,
When nothing made sense,
Seeking refuge, I made a fence:
While the world was screaming,
Making plans and dreaming,
I read through pain and the heartbreak.
I read through harsh words and through
I read and I read and the world was somehow better through those pages of different worlds and people who were good and bad and I was safe, I didn’t need to know the voice behind the shout, the identity behind the remark.
Now the world seems like it’s ending because the one thing that was my safe haven, it’s gone.
I can’t seem to read.
I can’t seem to read it all away.
The words become blurry and mingle with my thoughts, my thoughts that won’t let me escape reality.
It’s like life has switched off the lights, the words aren’t visible anymore.
My pain medicine does not work anymore, my mind has gained immunity. I feel too much, years of emotions are piling up and I don’t know how long I will be able to take it. How long will it take to end? How long?