Literature

No Shoulder to Cry On

I hate this burning silence in my heart.
It’s so fragile. One scream and it will break apart.
Not even faint arctic desert winds are sensible.
The intensity of sound is invisible, measuring no decibel.

Sleepless nights provoke me to cry.
I’m beaten and broken from that last goodbye.
My soul is bitter from sorrow and fear.
These emotional cuts have not found its cure.

I close my eyes; just me and my brain.
Thoughts pound on my head like thick acid rain.
What is wrong? What should I do?
I’ll never be happy, until I find you.

It was just nothing that was directed to someone. I was depressed and lonely. I can't really say more.