If I were not fragile
If I didn't get through the heartbreaks
If I wasn't able to stand again
Then I believe that the pen I grip onto tonight
Wouldn't have made a word
Because all I see are words of sadness
Of the tears that I cannot cry
So I bleed onto the paper
With the pen, I write
Here are my tears
Here's the blood that I spill
Pouring my soul out to those who read
I wish to be famous
But not for the wrong reasons
I just want someone to notice
I just want someone to know that I'm here suffering
That not everyone is alone
Even when it seems like they are
I know how you feel
But I don't think it'll happen
Because the day might be coming up soon
When the pen goes dry
And I can no longer write
When I can longer "cry" or "bleed"
There will be a day when my life will suddenly stop
And I will no longer write a word
YOU ARE READING
Catastrophic Clouds
PoetryHeartbreak never truly goes away. It's harder to move on when questions get left unanswered.
