Sad Poems | A Collection of Poems Written by I

Painted Smiles

Your attire is a half-assed smile painted on your face,

Tired eyes stare at skies while your head is filled with white,

You want to eat, sleep and laugh,

But you can't find the passion you used to have.

Paint the skies black tonight,

Paint the whites scarlet red,

As you sing a chorus about how you wish you were dead.

Not all stories have a happy ending,

Some leave wounds too deep to heal.

The heavens will never accept your deal

No matter how much pain you feel.

Paint the grass grey today,

Paint the sun blue,

As you listen to lyrics of someone who died inside, too.