Crying Souls

She might have clenched her jaw too hard,

He might have beads of sweat on his forehead,

She might have tears reaching her cheeks

And he might have created a damp pillow from his tears.

These crying souls,

Screaming for help in silence.

We lost our voices and energy

Waiting to sink ourselves in the water.

We waited for the bubbles to resurface

As we let go of everything,

Everything we never had,

And wish to have.

But we wake up,

We smiled our way through,

Dreading every minute of misery

Of living.

I wish we could stop having these clouds of thoughts

But I know it came to stay in us,

As much as I try to flush it away

It clung to me, grow onto me.

It is me, it is us.