What is not written in the stars No matter how much tears you shed How many prayers you utter How much love you give How much grief you hold inside How many efforts you put How can it ever be yours, If it's not meant to be?
Someone once told me That I indulge in my sadness, That I treasure it Like it's some luxury, I feed it Like it's my life source, And I can't help but wonder If what he said is true? After a certain time, Can you get addicted to sadness?
Sometimes I see People who no longer write, I hope They have healed, Moved on, And found some kind of closure, Cause I think Only the broken ones Bleed poetry.