You are the light in my life
With you the sun shines brighter
The birds chirp happier
The air is more refreshing
Life's mess isn't as depressing
The world looks more colorful
Life is more beautiful
When that changes it's like a switch
Suddenly the sun is mocking me, as it has the nerve to be smiley and bright while I long for the quiet of the night
The birds aren't happy anymore, they're laughing at my misfortune, mocking my sadness as they stare at me and are snuggled up with each other
The air smells like all the pollution it's littered with
Instead of being refreshing and crisp, it's stabbing and reflects the sorrows that make my soul weep
Life's mess gets messier,
Having the audacity to make an already hard time harder
The world isn't interesting anymore,
But I can't tell if I took off my rose colored glasses or put on grayscale shades
Life is supposed to be beautiful.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
But what does it mean if I do feel dead?
If I feel like I'm in way over my head?
In shit I didn't think I could comprehend because I didn't think it was a possibility?
When will I get back happy?
To the old me?
When will this gray leave me?
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growing pains
PoetrySometimes you have to feel pain to grow, and that's okay because the other side will make it all worth it ♡
