Sorrow

I want to sob. Bawl. Howl. Cry out of pain, frustration and the death of dreams. The loss of innocence and faith. I want to cry because my eyes have been opened. I don't like what I'm seeing. I cry for the loss of my childhood. I cry because I see my life, with all its twists and kinks, and I want more and less at the same time. I want to sob, but I have no choice but to move on. Pick up the pieces of my fragile, broken heart and walk on, with head held high. No one need know my pain, because there is nothing anyone can do about it. I see my life and understand it now with blinding clarity. It hurts me, but until I learn to deal with my demons by myself, I will walk alone.