Emotions

Ranging from “I’m perfectly fine”

To “Death seems the only design”

An abyss lies between

The extremes I’ve seen

Leaving me questioning your truth’s confine

Who are you? What haunts your soul?

A mere facade, emotions untold?

Is the psych ward your place?

Suicidal songs you embrace?

Or sad anime leaving you cold?

Unsure if knowing you brings joy or pain

Your treatment so cruel, scorning my name

If crumbling worlds give you bliss

Wipe those rose-tinted glasses, dear miss

Soon nothing will of your world remain.

No more will I linger in sorrow

No more will I wait for your morrow

Like a phoenix reborn

From the ashes you’d scorn

A new self from your fires I borrow.

Should gratefulness be my emotion?

For this tumultuous, stormy ocean

Of loving your warmth

To feeling love’s dearth

“Thanks” seems a word lacking due notion.

You never struck with your palm

Yet it ached, my body’s full qualm.

More than all, I craved you

Your presence, my only view

But tears fell, grief became my psalm

Now a scar brands where you pierced.

How wonderful when the aching’s been pierced

The wound has found its healing

A lightness I’m finally feeling

Trust me, this freedom’s the purest.