The screams from the soul

The pain buried while we're hurried 

With life somehow


It all seems okay until we can no longer hurry life enough

Because the pain is greater than anything else


Satisfaction is no longer satisfaction 

Distractions no longer give the necessary distraction  to take away the hole from the heart's greatest wounds


The heart

Is there deep within.

Before it was nice to help the world

It softened the heart many times

But getting really sick and getting really stuck within grief and pain definitely is a true confirmation of who the truest friends are and who the truest friends aren't 

So the cries

Continue

Mostly alone 

The bed seems to have glue

I can't seem to get off of it

But I can

But I can't

But I have to

Even if I must

But there is no urgency yet

But there should be

Deep down I hope there would be 

Maybe soon 

The willingness has to be stronger

Than the feeling of stuck 

Why

Why

Why is it so hard these days 

Please dear God 

I know I got this

I can do this

I can I can I can I can

(While I nod no) 

Maybe will believe it soon