Those moments where you struggle to smile,
Those moments where the darkness engulfs you.
Those are the moments when you need to fake it.
Those are the moments where you need to pretend.
Pretend that everything is alright.
Pretend that you can smile.
Pretend that there is nothing wrong.
That your life isn’t crumbling around you.
That your family disregards you.
That even though you try so hard, nothing works out.
Nothing happens.
You’re just left sitting alone.
Typing away at your laptop,
And ending up with a shitty piece of poetry,
A piece of poetry that no one will ever read.
A piece of poetry that will fall into the never ending cyber world.
It won’t make anyone think of you.
It won’t make anyone care.
It won’t leave your name in the history books.
All it will do is freeze.
All it will do is fade away.
Fade away in the exact same way that you have faded into nothing.
Your poem will be just like you,
Worthless,
Useless,
Hopeless,
Pathetic,
A waste,
Ignored,
Unseen,
Meaningless.
You and your poem are nothing.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart-Shaped Box
PoesíaThis is a small collection of some random poetry from my life, I believe that in reading a person's writing you can get an insight into the person they truly are, so this is me and I hope you like who I am
