Bottled Up

Let me cry about the situation

Let me cry about my mistakes

Let me cry about irrelevant, irrational thoughts

Thoughts that bring along anguish

Oh, why won’t you let me cry?

You tore open this wound, now let the blood flow

For eventually the blood will clot itself

The harm already done, but the pain eased

At least let me cry ‘till I fall asleep

Not in Love

Run your heart out

If it bleeds, squeeze it ‘till it is drained

Run your confusion and frustrations astray

Feel the wind blow, dissipating them away

Feel it flowing freely against your face and through your hair

Feel the pain; push it ‘till it masks the anger, the sadness

Be freed, be liberated

Breathe. Fly.