Dear life,
What am I supposed to do as your slowly being pulled away from me. As you slip through the spaces between my fingers as if you were sand, forcing me to watch as my time runs out.
One by one, the people who have stuck by me, and who I've always been there for, have moved on. They have replaced me as if I was a Toy. Now, I have no more of a use for them. They don't care about me. Makes me wonder I'd they ever did.
The world treats me like a plague. They avoid me at all costs. I am a monster, a Villan, an outcast. But worst of all, no one ever say what I did wrong.
Dear life,
Why must it be where it is a crime, to just be me. Why am I punished for acting differently from everyone else. You tell us to be different, to express our individuality, than when you see our ray of hope, our drop of sunshine, you destroy it.
Why is it, you feed on our misery so ravingly. Why do you want to get rid of me? What is wrong with me? Why do you want to see me fall, and crumble. Why do you want to see me fall to my knees begging, and pleading, and crying. Why do you want to watch as the last gleams of light in my eyes fade away and die as you choke them out of me. Why do you want to watch me suffer and die.
Well, guess what.
Dear life,
I'm not done with you yet.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Sorrows And Sunlight Tales
ŞiirWhat's as black as night, yet shines brighter than the sun? Poetry. A collection of poetry gathered from sorrows, and extracted from tears. Polished with daylight, and mixed in with emotion. Original, never before seen poems, and short stories sure...
