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There are times when I don't feel sad but I feel bad bad enough that I question the things I have done. As my day go on, I wish this thing could be gone. I laugh, smile and have fun for a little while but then I still go back to that same feeling. Feelings that I don't know how to express, neither what to call it, Or is it stress? It's like somebody punch me on my chest but the hand got stuck there and took a rest. I wanna share this feeling but I'm afraid that no one is willing. Same time last year when I had the same feeling I though I was done. I moved on and worked hard on it. But I guess it will always come back once you had it. how sad I don't even know what to call "it".
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
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There are times when I don't feel sad but I feel bad bad enough that I question the things I have done. As my day go on, I wish this thing could be gone. I laugh, smile and have fun for a little while but then I still go back to that same feeling. Feelings that I don't know how to express, neither what to call it, Or is it stress? It's like somebody punch me on my chest but the hand got stuck there and took a rest. I wanna share this feeling but I'm afraid that no one is willing. Same time last year when I had the same feeling I though I was done. I moved on and worked hard on it. But I guess it will always come back once you had it. how sad I don't even know what to call "it".
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
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