Eyes are pretty.
My eyes are gonna get prettier,
That's my way to convey sorrow to you,
It's just that life has got shittier,
And no one has a clue.
But hey! at least my eyes are pretty,
Even though I'm not okay,
It's so melancholic, and such a pity,
I'm not fucking okay..
But does it even matter?
When I have no arms to break into?
Who picks up the pieces when I shatter?
If only someone knew.
- Trishhh
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Melancholy- A Bunch of snippets
PoetryI don't know if it's the weather, the hormones or just how my life is shaped but there's something so gloomy inside of me. The Melancholy Snippet Collection, is a set of poems, verses, paragraphs, stanzas, bits and other write ups based on the sorr...
