My eyes no longer hold my truth.
They have sunken into a place that is full of burden.
Trying to figure out which way to go, but constantly getting lost in each direction.
Not realizing that they cannot go where they would want.
They are searching for the whole that has left my heart.
The place that has all the memories that go back so far.
My eyes are now starting to lie.
They have been telling untruths the day you became a memory.
They stop seeing the now and just looking for the past.
Hoping one day to find the piece that made not stop looking away.
I keep trying to find the words to write, but I have nothing to say.
I just do not know where they went, but they are no longer in me.
Pen and paper are no longer my friend, and I do not know where they went.
I want to write, but what do I say?
Can I say it, or will it all be a mistake?
I just know right now I cannot write.
Why can I not take a break?
Why must the world ride my back?
When will I become free of the worries that do not belong to me?
I try to give hope and pleasure to ones that do not care.
Pleasing the people when you are only a body that has no soul.
Leads to the burnout of the flames that heat my soul.
When will it be enough?
Or is it enough?
I need to go.
This is not for me.
I need to go back to the place that no longer remembers my name.
A place that holds my heart, but also holds my pain.
Where rain never shines, but the sun is always pouring.
The one thing I tried to escape keeps calling my name.
Yet I keep running.
From what I am not sure.
I just know that my heart is no longer there.
This is the bounty my heart must pay.
The sting of living when the ones that should be are not.
The disaster of this duster is all that one can muster.
I need to go back.
That was once my home