A Funeral In My Heart

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Loneliness is having a party
in my mind again and that’s okay.

 
I am surrounded 
by souls.

 
Some treat me like
sunlight and some treat me like
moonlight.

 
I cry myself to sleep
and no one knows that the truth
about loneliness is that it protects
ones heart from everything but itself.

 
There’s a funeral in my heart, 
and the casket is too small for my
childish soul that screams ‘Let me out!’

 
I want to live without thinking
about who will miss me when I’m gone
because I’m tired of writing all these goodbye
letters that mean nothing without a recipient.

 
There’s a funeral in my heart
and there are no flowers because 
nobody wants to give flowers to a suicide.

 
I wish I can say sorry for being 
so selfish but that would mean apologizing
for the nights I’ve tried to hold it all together
like rebuilding Rome for a day—I have nothing to say.

 
There’s a funeral in my heart
and I am all alone here with the lights closed
because the window might glow and I am not light.

 
I am not light.

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suddenly,
you’re twenty
and you have nine
years left to be a success.

 
that’s what 
the world wants
to tell us these days.

 
it’s either 
you’re twenty-nine
and happily married
with a business like a 
cupcake store or like a 
carwash

 
and if you don’t
have any of those, 
well,

 
that’s it for you, 
you’re finished, 
you’re doomed.

 
but it doesn’t
have to be that way.

 
life is not
about the destination
and life is not about the journey
either.

 
life is about
growing for yourself
on your own healthy pace.

 
late bloomers are 
real and things take time.

 
things take time.