I’m screaming out.
I keep trying to be better, but I just does not work.
The work does not match my paper.
The streams of the river are no longer peaceful.
My heart is hitting so hard, yet I still do not know what it hit.
Th tears are still there just not as wet.
My soul is draining the light without my eyes.
I keep moving forward, but I think I need to pause.
I do not know where I want to go.