Ready to Run

9:26 AM

I look at these people, with the sunset backdrop, with their loved ones alongside them—I wonder what it’s like to be happy. Every single time that I think I’m finally feeling the happiness bubbling inside me, something comes along and rip it out. All left in my heart is darkness, begging to be shone upon the brightness of the sun setting in the sky tinted with orange and pink hues. The tears I cry every night before I fall asleep are begging to be stopped. They are tired of falling. They want me to forgive myself, to let go. To be content and in control of my own emotions. To be free, and ready to run. I don’t know if I can.