Of watery eyes and long drawn out endings

The problem with us is that we don’t know our punctuation
We don’t know when we should put the commas, the semi colons, the exclamation marks, the hyphens…
And we nearly never know when or what calls for a full stop
So we live, live in this cyclical tizzy, over emphasizing, under emphasizing and in some cases, forgetting the emphasis altogether

Have you ever had a moment where you knew the only one who could change the ending was you?
The only person that could put an end to long sighs, short breaths, sleepless nights – that person was you?
And still you paused, pen in hand, hurting, confused and full of things you didn’t know you could feel
And the pen stayed in your hand, as you hesitated over and over and over again to just put the full stop?
You questioned, you exclaimed, you underlined
But you didn’t put that one tiny little dot

There are lexis we hear and words we write
There are thoughts we think and feelings that make us wince
There are songs we hear, again and again, until the words are ingrained in our brain
Songs that play even without the music
Songs we hear over and over, shutting eyelashes tight over watery eyes,
Songs we hear, wincing at what we feel, at what they make us think
Songs we hear, sometimes even hating them, their lyrics, the way we suffer when they pick up

My song is picking up now and it’s tragic and kindof ridiculous, really how I hate and love it at the same time…
I’m drawing commas again, postponing what I don’t know of the end - if there is an end
I’ll keep drawing commas for awhile, as the songs flit in and out of my head..
It’s easier than drawing scars