It's Sunday,
A sunny day,
Quite funny okay:
I woke up and went to bed,
But I never went to sleep,
Got the thing
And now it hurts.
It's like a sting
But with more blood.
It's like a cut
But that it's not.
It's like a punch
But not blue enough.
I know I should have gotten up,
To see the world
One last time.
To see the white
Before it vanishes.
Now it hurts.
I know where you've been,
With whom and when.
You didn't ask me,
Tho I wouldn't have denied.
It hurts.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryI write sad poems. I wanted to share them. I'm not a native speaker. I also write sad poems in German.
