I am cursing the rain in bright black and grey ink in beautiful cursive writing. I know you're questioning how black and grey can be bright but If you don't know, you'll never know.

I am painting sunsets on canvas but with pastels instead of neons. It's almost a bit too sad instead of a bit to happy; so fitting for a sun that's disappearing, right ?

I am swallowing pills mixing them with liquor, testing out theories to see if I can find the right way to write. All I see is blurry candle light and a dragon on my wall telling me my writing *****.

And it's sad to think how pessimistic this poem started but how within a 15 minute drive home I've come to see....

That all the rain cleared up the night sky and out came those glimmering ***** of fire we call stars. I've caught myself staring but I always have different emotions with each glance.

Tonight..I guess the world isn't so sad after all.

Sitting in silence, in a gloomy new year’s eve
Keeping all his burden and everything he conceive
Tears flow through his eyes and he wept there inside
With all the sadness that he’s trying to hide

How can he feel love, when he feels so alone
Wishing there could be someone who’ll love him so
How can he be strong, when his strength is gone
When the last hope he’s holding disappear in his hand

He’s trying to be happy, he’s trying to be nice
He’s trying to be friendly, and trying to be wise
But still he’s weak and can’t manage to be strong
When he knows he can make it, that’s when he’s strength can’t took long

He love his friends, he really love them so much
With all that love, he can’t win that back
He doesn’t know what’s happening, all he know he is fair
But why do the world, for him, is so unfair

In the mirror, his reflection looks forward to him
He face the emptiness they bring out to him
He tried to be numb with all of the pain
But nothing change, they are all the same

Please my Lord, please do love him
Please do have sympathy, oh please guide him
Make him remember that he’s worthy to live
He is worthy to this life and to all the blessings You will give

Make him realize that he is Your son
Please help him go on, he’s just a human
Please oh God don’t let him down
Please raise him up and keep him calm

I know deep inside – in the heart of a pessimist
Someday he’ll be strong, he can stand on his feet
Someday he’ll be true about his entirety
He will fly away to save his sanity

Don’t look at him like he’s the one to blame
He’s just so unsure, don’t think he doesn’t care
Don’t talk against him as if you know him enough
He is your friend when the times get rough

Inside, his soul is slowly languishing
His mind is fading, his body’s vanishing
But in time I know he will save his self
And in his eyes I see nobody but my self.

The pessimist says, “What a crap day, we can’t do anything in this rain.”
The optimist says, “Look, there’s blue sky over there.”
The realist puts on their dancing shoes.

They called me a pessimist
And I guess I am
I mean it's true
But it's not my fault that the autumn days are dark
Whispering harshly in the night
Ripping leaves off of trees
Leaving them limp and bare to survive winter
The little winds foreshadow the coming brutal storms
That leave us cold in terror
But the breeze is so powerful
It numbs my skin like a drug
Keeps my blood rushing, wanting more
And my eyes are pleased to see the rainfall of the leaves
From branches of clouds
So beautiful
Then comes the holidays and cremed cocoas
The laughter and the dazzling crisp snow
One true pessimist
They call me but I'll go with it and let it go

Because I was always taught
That when you take your glasses off
You can no longer see the stars

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