melancholic misery.

melancholic misery.

it’s not being able to find comfort in anyone’s arms.
it’s getting goosebumps when the water is warm.
it’s being trapped in a treehouse you made for yourself.

it’s not knowing how to reply to every, “are you okay,”
because the truth is bitter, and you just cant lie.

it’s listening to the same
tune again and again
and not realizing.

it’s staring
at an empty page,
full of words.

it’s
yellow,
and blinding,
but disguised.

 

[2nov2017]

 

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. spacesoul says:

    We can always describe feelings with metaphors and things that are like it but never can find a way to describe what it exactly is,and this describes melancholy in greatest precision possible.
    This is very very relatable to me!

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    1. tee says:

      sigh, i’m so sorry, this isn’t something anyone should ever relate to. i truly hope we get to a place in life when we dont have to relate to this, anymore. take care, man.

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      1. spacesoul says:

        It’s not like that I’m just a melancholic person, after all “to be alive is to be missing”, thank you tho 😊

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