Siyona.S.stay

When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.

I could pretend to be happy

When the world is ending

And you'd all believe me

I'm a great actor

But never onstage

I can say I'm happy for you

Congrats that's so cool

When under it all

It's hard

It's really hard

When there are so many people to balance all the time

So many personalities

So many conversations

Overlapping

Talking over each other

So many big emotions

Underwater

it's nearly silent

incredibly quiet

all sharp sounds softened by the waves.

Underwater

all of the loud, nagging noises of life fades into a faint murmur

bearable for once.

Underwater

I'm burning

I'm burning myself out

And I will take everyone down with me

All my relationships

Myself

Burning

I want to

Just lose it

Just say what I mean

I'm so tired of this

I hate that all that's left

of your memory

is a couple of Polaroids

A couple of photos I snapped because I didn't know what else to take photos of

I hate that.

Nothing could ever capture your spirit