Forlonness
Crying, it's useless...
It's just the opposite of joy,
As happiness is the opposite of unhappiness
It's just an emotion: A pain inside!
Sometimes I don't really see it
'Cause it hides behind my other emotions, my anger or anxiety.
For my fear... it's never the same!
It can be light today...
Tomorrow it can be heavy, deep and hard to take on.
I wanna talk about it
But I can't talk about it.
But what is it for to understand?
It's too much for me...
That sometimes I have to bring out by crying, screaming or word.
Crying has become a counterweight to my forlonness.
Unhappiness, the unhappy one... I'd be afraid of becoming one
But I'm already the one.
The doctor of my misfortune would be death? But what's it?
Dying is the first of all having the security of not starving pain...
Crying is pointless, for life is unreal
And death is uncertainty
Forlonness to anxiety is real.
