dear life; you were like my lover and my best friend

credit goes to a girl in my highschool by the name of Pooja.

(read aloud, perferably when there is no one around so you dont look weird ;p)

do you feel it? do you know it? have you learned to accept it?
you smile and skip at school, but is that really you?
does that twinkle in your eye still sparkle when tears fall?

when you are at home and sitting in the depths of a shallow heart
does the darkness crush you? does your mind grasp for more?
have you turned into a person you never wanted to be before?

do you feel consumed by an ache in your throat
that travels into your heart and makes it want to expole
do your lips tremble and hands shake?
were you unable to find that sadness that turned you a fake?

can you hear the whisper of the sand, as it is blown in from the winds
it lands in your ear and tells the story of the rock it once was
strong and proud. was that you? did you chip away and sell your soul to the sea?
are you the one who gave yourself away? did you honestly think happiness was free?

can you taste the freedom like you did when you were four
when life held smiles in a butterfly, and tears in a thunderstorm
do you love somebody? and what they dont know is what hurts you?
is there more to you than a spiderweb of a thicket of thoughts?
encompassed by the dense knot of wholesome pity, turned sour by time?
to yourself, for that no crime