why does life not come with instructions?

people just fumbling around

covers still over our eyes as we wander aimlessly

bumping and tripping over one another

just carbon

stumbling through each day

trying to find things that make us feel

comfortable

safe

joyous

but not all can find this ‘peace’

alone

empty

sorrowful

we bear dreadful feelings

no apparent way to relieve ourselves

so we tuck it away and smile

i wish there were instructions

a guide on how to rid myself of what lies beyond the reach of light

but instead

all i know is to bury

and push it down deeper

till it's just a part of us

and i have no words to describe the feeling

when you become so used to this sick sad feeling

and start to taste the nostalgia of happiness

slowly returning in bits and pieces

it’s beautiful

and somehow tragic

knowing that you aren’t able to save this feeling for later

and if you understand that hollow feeling

i'm sorry