Is it selfish to want to be sad,
Poetic, and empty?
I have never learned how to create art
From simply being happy.
Nothing feels right;
The words roll off my tongue, twisted.
Nothing feels right;
For now, a better future I have enlisted.
How can I possibly be happy with myself
Living a mediocre life,
But how could I possibly be happy
While wanting to die?
I guess I'm not used to this form of creation,
His love has arisen.
I shall be saved by the sword,
For his heart, I've been given.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PuisiThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
