In my life there is an open space. A space where there should be a piece of happiness. For me it feels like there is no reason to go on with life un-happy. All I want is to feel the happiness that I have felt before. The question that keeps me up late, the question that makes me really think. All I want to do is be happy and have a good life, filled with laughter and joy of being with someone that I love. All I want is to fill the open space in my mind and heart. I think that my future will be filled with joy and laughter…. But you can never really no for sure. All I want is to be happy again.
Tears: written by jakkita2
As the sun shines its bright light into my bedroom window, it’s hard for me to breath. I can not imagine how my life would be without the sun’s bright light. My life would be filled with darkness and tears, filled with the broken heart of a girl. Life does not seem to make sense without the light in my life. The tears I shed are not just for me, but for the ones who truly do care about the brightness that the sun brings to the world.
My sun has been taken away, by a storm. Storms like the one that took away my sun are sitting there with MY sun, my happiness, my heart and my soul. The tears that I have cried in the past are nothing compared to the tears that I cry now. For I don’t know how to make it through darkness without the light of my life. So I sit here in darkness…….. And cry.
Through the darkness I hope to see a light…. But there is none. For the sun has been taken out of my life. The light will not come back from the sun, it’s just not possible. But I will never forget the great joy that I once had from the brightness off the light. Every time I think about the sun, my heart stops, it hurts so bad that I cant even make a sound of the deep pain that I feel in my soul. My soul burns without the good light that I no longer have. The tears that flow from these tired eyes….. The emptiness that I feel since my sun has gone.
I pray and pray that the sun will somehow find its way back to where it belongs… with me. All I can do is wait and see how I try to make it through the darkness. Inside these tired eyes, that have no more tears that can shed… I somehow find more to make instead, instead of feeling, instead of being happy, I wait for something that will never come back to me……. my sun
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