I can’t tell you how many times
I have tried to forget everything.
I try to be strong until the end.
But it never happens.
I get so mad that I start to blame myself,
letting little things
become what bothers me.
Sometimes I feel like every time
I make an effort to reach for the stars
I fall to the ground.
That ground starts to feel comfortable.
I had been kicked to the ground
so many times
that I can’t remember
the times I felt truly happy,
where I could sleep
and actually feel rested.
Where I could feel important,
where the first thing
on that person’s mind is me.
Not the feel of satisfaction
, nor the feel of happiness.
Sometimes I wonder why
I keep reaching higher every time,
expecting a different outcome.