Through My Mind's Fingers

My stomach is not stuffed with food,
but with an emptiness that can not be filled.

It is not the acid that's burning my insides,
it is thought that yesterday will never come again
and neither will tomorrow.

I may never be truly happy.

There are scars that will last a lifetime,
mainly because I never want to let them go.

Nostalgia builds up in my mind,
and I have to remind myself that
today is here and yesterday hurt.

Capture moments, not things they say.
But things don't wake you up at 2 am
to tease and taunt you.
Memories do.

I try to forget what I want to remember,
trying to exist today when life has already slipped,
right through my fingers.

They say the best thing about life
is that it goes on.

They say the worst thing about life
is that it goes on.

But it is never said that today doesn't to exist
in a world that is consumed by yesterday,
in fear of tomorrow.

Brave faces, brace the cold.
The rest of us, fake a sun.

My stomach is burning,
but not because a fire.
It's burning with things I don't know how to say aloud.