Poetry: Fake lights

Journal

clicking on the tablet

to the rythm of rain.

I did not miss you

negative emotions,

I wanted to forget

and live

peacefully.

For a day.

For a moment.

For a second.

Now all of them

are back.

A lot may say that I am overdamatic.

Is that really

that bad?

Feelings

are bad?

I am a feeler.

Am I weak now?

In front of the screen?

Scared of her emotions...

Pathetic.

Scared that the feelings will send me down

somewhere that i would not

find myself again.

I am affraid

of darkness.

I prefer lights

even if it's not the sun

even if it's the fake LED lights.

They will brighten my way

to another version

of hell.