Darkness. Darkness. And darkness.
There is nothing except darkness.
Looking around me,
But still not seeing brightness.
People say you would lose yourself in it.
People say there's nothing to bring your smile.
People say you would never make through it.
Until you find just a little bit of sunshine.
But even when you find it,
There's another question on mind.
Is sinshine good?
Is it leading to light?
People told me that sunshine was hypnozing me.
People told me that sunshine pretends to be bright.
People told me that sunshine is bad.
But they never told me that sunshine means light.
Sunshine helped me find myself,
Even if no one believe it.
Darkness helped me lose myself,
Even if everyone don't go with that.
They think they saw sunshine.
They think they saw it's powers.
But is that even true?
Did they see the sunshine like I do?
No they didn't.
They told me that sunshine isn't bright.
They told me that sunshine is a darkness inside.
But they never told me that sunshine is leading to light.
But whatever people say I will still stay.
I will stay to see you shine,
Because I can't stand the fact
That you're the only sunshine left.
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In The Soul Of A Broken Heart
PoetryJust some random poetry I wrote while being bored or depressed. 👍 Also cover drawing is not mine. It's from my friend @Emeyya. Highest rankings: 2# in depressedpoetry 1# in brokensoul 14# in brokenheart 3# in randompoetry 6# in deeppoems
