TW: self harm, suicidal ideation
Bright days.
Never will there be
A second dropping shoe.
But 24 hours always bear
All I got,
All I wanted,
All there is,
Accepting
Without jam.
Sliced bread is nothing
Compared to my days.
Agony is peaceful,
In bright days.
A sad sad man.
For sadness is
Now a depleted vein.
A sad sad man
Cutting
Apple pie for you.
Even in times with
Bright Days.
Serenely.
No regrets,
Never mad,
No debts,
Never sad,
Freely I'll rest easy.
All my life,
More Energy than
A live wire,
Dancing endlessly with
Bright days.
24 hours of joy.
Yet never obtaining
Happy pills.
Bottoms up to
Bright days.
(Now read bottom up bitches)
(Also heres a matching emo song to go with my emo poem:)
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Bottoms Up Poetry
PoetryEach poem in this collection has 2 sides and a unique story. Bringing together both the happiest and the most desperate times in the same lines. These poems have two stories in each of the lines. First read them top to bottom, then bottom-up for a c...
