Sometimes

Sometimes I wish I could turn off the noises in my head.

Sometimes the silence can get too loud.

Sometimes I wish I happiness and sadness didn't come hand in hand.

Sometimes the balance rips me apart.

Sometimes I wish someone heard.

Sometimes I need my space.

Sometimes I need someone with me in my space.

Sometimes I contradict myself.

Sometimes I feel like a clown. Painted smile, sad, and scary.

Sometimes I need to rant.

Sometimes I hope someone helps me.

Sometimes I am afraid of help.

Sometimes I need to talk. Other times, I lock myself up in a vacuum.

And. I. Suffocate. In. The. Melancholy.