They talk about beauty in this thing called sadness,
But mine's a weight that brings a lot of madness.
It tears me up, deep from within,
No beauty found, just a numbness, a din.
Desperate to feel in times so low,
Mornings aren't easy, a heavy flow.
Waking up loses its once-cheerful appeal,
Scars show, a story they reveal.
In the shower, where my struggles show,
Scars on display, they burn and glow.
But I don't care, I need to feel,
Even if it's pain, that's my deal.
This sadness they talk about, it's not so nice,
It's more like a storm, not a paradise.
My soul aches, yearning for some light,
In the midst of this never-ending night.
Desperation lingers, a silent plea,
For emotions to surge, to set me free.
In the dance of distress, where sadness reigns,
Seeking solace, even if it means enduring pains.
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Poems
PuisiPoetry is my coping mechanism. It's a profound dive into the intricate emotions swirling within me. Each line serves as a carefully crafted expression, dealing with the weight of genuine, heavy experiences. Carrying the profound weight of what's tru...
