Winds

Shaking stones falling from the sky will bury me all alive in a cave of sadness with winds as strong as the tears I cry with melting emotions and sickness feelings as I glide away from my problems with a knife or a blade in  my hands thinking that’s my only plan that I'm capable of. No this isn’t a cry for help, or a lie I tell, I will stand strong and try my hardest to fight back my tears, but if i do then someone will backstab me and I know it seems bad and I know your glad im sad but It’s my story now and it’s time for my bad ending instead of a good one like the normal endings of stories or a fairytale, I am a bad ending waiting to be solved and thrown away again. Trying to numb the cold pain with not eating and hiding away for hours and wind beating me down from above as I cry in silence from the pain I am in.