My Sad Poems

My Daily Routine

I feel as empty and as blank as a white canvas on the wall,

Tired and bleak.

I often don't sleep,
It happens,
But it's horrible,
I know.

I care too much,
It leaves me broken and scarred,
But people say "Hey, at least you still have a home!"
"You have a meal in your belly,
You were blessed with a phone!"

They don't understand,
They'll never know,
These material things,
Won't get happiness to show.

At least without a roof over my head,
When it rains I'd be filled with the same exact dread,
I'd be one with the broken and crying sky,
I'd be one with something for once,
Like a bird that can't fly.

With my wings clipped,
And my heart filled with dread,
Tears would be filling my depressed, empty head.