furious and wild emotions hidden well,
panic taking over, hopeless
minutes become hours because
he is gone. Never seen again.
These feelings forgotten, long kept hidden and lost,
half missing his heart’s broken piece,
missing the point, pressure paralyzing his beating heart,
a mobile ringing, a familiar voice, his salvation.
Salvation. His voice familiar, a ringing mobile, a
heart beating,his paralyzing pressure point the missing
piece. Broken hearts, his missing half
lost and hidden, kept long forgotten feelings, these
again. Seen, never gone. Is he?
Because hours become minutes,
hopeless overtaking panic,
well hidden emotions wild and furious,
Seeing my friends celebrating their birthdays on Facebook, showing off their gifts, having a huge birthday dinner, eating the fancy cupcakes their friends made for them, reading the statuses of their friends who write such sweet things…
Man, I didn’t even get a birthday cake on my birthday.
Maybe it’s the materialistic nature of our society talking, but am I wrong to feel like crap because no one appreciated me on my birthday?
“I was grinning like an idiot on the phone to my Mum earlier saying “Your son is going to the Oscars”
what matters most is how well you walk through the fire