The poems I write are just depressing...
It’s about my loneliness...emptiness...my depression..my anxiety...and I can go on..
Why?
Cause that’s what I grew up with...
Same ****...but different days..
However...
There comes this ray of tender sunlight
Blooming through my darkness
Untangling my strips of dullness
And wrapping me with thick and pure happiness
Stitching my broken pieces with its warm smile
Filling my empty spaces with rich love
Holding me securely with its blissful hands

I am alive and surviving because of this sunlight

Everyone deserves sunlight and I need him to blossom :)