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Tear drops
Decorate
My eyelashes
Like jewels
People keep telling me
That I'm blessed
And that I should be grateful
For what I have
But I would never expect
Them to be grateful
For death of a loved
One
Sorry, someone commented that I'm blessed, and it annoyed me because they know nothing about me or what I'm going through
And how can we be sure
That everything we do
Actually serves a purpose?


We can't.
I find that the simplest
Challenges are the
Hardest
I lie awake at night
My mind thinking of you
And I hear your scream
I cover my ears as the tears flow
My goodness, I've never
Felt so alone
Can I stop existing now?
This game bores me
And the hole in my chest agrees
There's no fun in being around
And maybe if I wasn't losing everything
Anything, and everything that matters
It's all gone
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