Alternate reality:
18 glowing candles:
One for the life we are supposed to live;
I cried and cried
And no one came home.
The heart can be as empty
As you let it be.
I cried and put my food away
I don’t know if that is self care
Or a clinical eating disorder;
A form of self punishment,
Getting my soul ready for hellfire.
Self love means nothing
When you constantly argue with yourself,
Restless, lose the fight,
Fighting to get out of bed.
I was wondering why
We stop kissing our daughters
As they begin to learn to speak.
When did they began to
Mean less to us
And why is the worth
Of the soul even in question
When once we smiled at their mere and simple movements.
It is better to be dead
(Is it better to be dead?)
Than be crawled up, lifeless.
It is better to be buried
(Is it better to be buried?)
Than to be alive alone
In silence;
18 glowing candles:
One for the life we are supposed to live.
~By Maryum Khalid~
Art: Woodland Waterfall by Tom Thomson
Solitude In Silence 