Some days

Some days your heart is a bit too heavy.
Some days you feel all the pain in the world.
Some days you feel the urge to runaway from it all.
Some days you don’t want to be existing.
Some days it’s just the hope of better days that keep you living.

It’s not that you want to end your life, but you want to cease your existence and take your heart to a better place.
It’s not death that you crave but something way beyond.
Maybe it’s just freedom that you seek. Freedom from all the pain and agony.

And some days that warm place is your mother. You just want to rush back to her arms. And to be at home.