Sadness

Sadness lives in these walls,

It passes through me like a ghost,

Every time I hear your name,

It’s like a calling from the past,

When I was happier and you were still here,

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever smile again,

Especially when I see our photos,

Or am I destined to be blue right down to my bones?

Wild Eyes

My anxiety is a rabbit,

It’s eyes wild with fear,

Are you a friend or are you a foe?

Somedays, I cannot tell the difference.

My ears hearing the words I trust the most,

The ones that race alongside my heart,

Run little rabbit, run far and long, 

For the forest is dark and full of monsters. 

I run and run and run,

Yet I cannot find my way back to you.