Alive

I am alive, I am alive

Don’t I feel the wind in my hair?

the sunlight on my skin

Don’t I see the way the earth envelopes me?

The wet grass on my feet

the bee that flies around me

All offer some sort of warmth because

My soul has grown cold

and my heart has grown heavy.

My mind has become clouded

And I am nothing  but angry.

Save me from myself

Because I am my own worst enemy.

Where are the tears that constantly stream down

my eyes?

Each one is a little reminder.

“Stop crying stop crying!”

I tell myself constantly.

What good will crying do?

Puffy cheeks and red eyes are all I see in my reflection

 As I try to comfort and remind myself that

I am alive, I am alive