It's too much.
Everything is done in a rush.
It's dark in the night.
I am too tired to fight.
I survived the pain,
But I discovered: I will die anyway.
I was trying to celebrate,
But of course happiness couldn't stay.
And now I am here all alone.
Sitting on a stone.
But you know what?
I have myself, and I am happy with that.
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Weird is the New Normal
PoesiaPoems I write when they just come up in my head. #33 in Poezie #124 in Deepthoughts #240 Deep #544 Poembook
