Someone asked me why I only write sad poems,
I never noticed that was a reoccurring theme.
I've had my share of ups and downs,
But the lows seem to linger,
Replaying scenes of tragedy,
Until my thoughts consume me.
With so many questions filling my head,
I feel like I'm drowning in emotions.
Some people have their therapists,
But I have my leather bound book,
Filled with my thoughts and feelings.
Because sometimes it's easier to write a poem,
Than admit that you feel alone.