I hate those nights
where I can't stop crying
and its 2 o' clock in the morning
and at first, my thoughts were in order and I was thinking about the present
but minutes later I begin thinking about next week, and then next year
and all of a sudden my tears roll down my cheeks, unstoppable
all I'd like was for it all to stop
then I start thinking about life in general and
my pillow is soaked with those unstoppable tears
and it makes no sense
because my life is perfectly fine but the
anxiety builds up and the tears
are never ending

why do people believe that
poetry has to always
come from a place in your heart
where sadness lies?