In the end, none of it seems to matter. All the blood and tears I put into Life, to find happiness and purpose and brilliance, it seems to fall flat. I loved one more than I should have and more than they could love me, I tried too hard to find the beauty in life, I was not enough to reach.
If I die tonight or tomorrow or after. If I die soon, to those who cared, I'm sorry. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on with the tide pulling me out and grace slowly giving up it's grip. I'm sorry to any pain it will cause you. You deserved more than I could ever bear.
So then this is a goodbye. To be lost until it's too late. Goodbye to those I loved, to the world I used to see brilliance in, to the flowers and birds and wind and lakes. Goodbye, and I am sorry I could not bear the weight of the sky
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Writing Down Poetry in my Head
PoetryThere are moments in my life, as I'm sure with many of you, where I feel the magnitude of everything around me and the weight of it bears down. This is just writing from those moments.
