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some days the sun stops shining, some days the sun isn't enough

Sometimes life is extremely ironic, And laughs at us in our faces. Like - Going to church does not make you a Christian, it won't hide the fact that you're a thief, a liar, a hoe or gay. Taking pills, won't suddenly shake you out of the state you're in, it won't make you sane. Placing your feelings and thoughts on paper Does not make you a poet, It doesn't not make you a writer. Getting A's does not make you smart, Neither do D's make you an idiot. Clenching your fists and trying to fight back tears, Won't take away the hurt, It won't take away the pain, It won't make you less of a crybaby Because sometimes you're shattered, And those tears Come falling like a waterfall, And nothing you do can stop it. What's more sad is, Having a significant other, Whose smile is like the sun, Whose eyes reminds you of coffee, Whose lips taste feels like stroking icecream with your tongue, Except it's not cold, And whose touch is like no other Doesn't not cure your depression. No matter how much sunlight they give off, The sun always goes down, It always makes way for the dark. No matter how their eyes remind you of something you love, Sometimes you get lost in them, And all you see is the reflection of someone you sometimes detest. No matter how much their lips feels smooth like ice cream, Sometimes mouths get tired, and all that reminds you of are those that have gotten tired of you all your life. No matter how much their touch magic, Sometimes you're reminded of All the bad touches you've received in your life. You're my sun, But I've always been dark, You're the sun, But sometimes all you can manage to do Is dry up my rains. No amount of sun can dry up my oceans, to stop me drowning in the oceans of sadness inside of me. -antxthesis h.s. // 4:24am // 9/7/17 // some days the sun stops shining, some days the sun isn't enough
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