When we look at the ceiling,
We are wishing we are crying.
But crying is hard nowadays.
We cried to sleep for ages,
So so long,
How do we cry more?
Why even try to cry anymore?
No one hears it.
In the dark of night,
No one hears it.
When we cry,
No one hears it.
Why try anymore?
Because its not in our nature to be a quitter.
But..
What would it feel like?
To quit?
To end it all?
What would it feel like?
Hope?
Happiness?
No worries?
No cares?
Or regret.
I don't want to regret my life but..
I don't want to regret not trying either.
I'll just keep trying.
Keep trying.
Keep going.
Keep..
Trying
Try.
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Poems of a broken artist
PoetryDifferent poems to work on helping myself and others. Mostly just to try something new. usually going to be sad but I like happy endings.