Melancholy

I want to go home,

Far away from these ghosts

Who are just souls,

Trying to hide their heartache.

They are filled with wrath,

For having despair.

Pretty eyes, beautiful hands,

Still I can’t feel love,

When they hug me.

They lack love as I do,

But I can’t give them, though I want to,

Because it’s my desire too.

I want happiness, melancholy,

Even in this wrecked house.

The walls know my story,

Pillow knows my tears,

You (melancholy) know me,

As you knock my door,

Every single hour.

Melancholy, you are always there,

Living inside me,

Even after I collapse completely.