Sometimes

Sometimes I lay on the grass and watch the stars, wishing upon the ones that fall.

Sometimes I find myself daydreaming, hoping that I was somewhere else or nobody at all.

Sometimes I will find a place to hide, reflecting on the past where I break down and cry.

Sometimes I find myself wandering, no direction; the destination is known by my stride.

Sometimes I find it hard to sleep at night, and my pillow will not cool, my mind unto its own.

Sometimes I can not feed the hunger inside, a starving wolf protecting his bone.

Sometimes I need to scream and shout until my throat is raw, and I forget what it was all about.

Sometimes I need to lie down and dream and let my worries be carried far away - for this, I do not doubt.

Sometimes I need to feel the pain to know that I'm alive, yet my heart does not want to break.

Sometimes I reflect on days of the past and wonder what might have been if not for that mistake.

Sometimes I write to remind myself, sometimes I write to lose myself, sometimes I write to feel alive.

Sometimes I love, sometimes I hate. Sometimes I wish to die; Sometimes, I want to survive.

Sometimes there is just never enough, no amount of words to describe my feelings inside.

Sometimes there has to be a time - a realization an ending within sight; a story must conclude, and it can not be denied.