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im tired of only writing about being sad
ive tried
writing
about things that make me happy
but these things
are dwindling quickly
falling through the cracks
of my baby cupped hands
and im starting to wonder
what will become of me
once
everything that makes me happy
has slipped from my hands?
im tired of only writing about being sad
but the few things ive written
about sunshine and daises
and the castles of my dreams
all fell apart
and rotted away
and i was stuck
with torn frayed yellowed pages
soaked and burned and lived through ages
of days where all i did
was tear myself apart
im tired of only writing about being sad
but frankly thats all ive got to write about
thats not to say im never happy
i smile
i laugh
i make jokes and
i live
but
for some reason
i cannot find anything poetic in my smiles
or the few days
i muster up
the self esteem
to just barely like me
there is no real love
no real life
but im stuck in this shallow grave
staring at the sunlight,
yet unable to leave
the cold hard embrace
of my old friend
sadness
ive tried
writing
about things that make me happy
but these things
are dwindling quickly
falling through the cracks
of my baby cupped hands
and im starting to wonder
what will become of me
once
everything that makes me happy
has slipped from my hands?
im tired of only writing about being sad
but the few things ive written
about sunshine and daises
and the castles of my dreams
all fell apart
and rotted away
and i was stuck
with torn frayed yellowed pages
soaked and burned and lived through ages
of days where all i did
was tear myself apart
im tired of only writing about being sad
but frankly thats all ive got to write about
thats not to say im never happy
i smile
i laugh
i make jokes and
i live
but
for some reason
i cannot find anything poetic in my smiles
or the few days
i muster up
the self esteem
to just barely like me
there is no real love
no real life
but im stuck in this shallow grave
staring at the sunlight,
yet unable to leave
the cold hard embrace
of my old friend
sadness
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I now feel I'm not alone in writing poetry mostly about pain.