Poems from the Hurt

Perpetual Sadness

Perpetual sadness
It hurts
And quite frankly
I've found no remedy
No solution to end my enemy
No bandage to my wounds
I know I've been sitting in this tub too long
Because my fingers and toes are pruned
The water has gone cold
But as the minutes pass and I grow old
I care less for the temperature
Yet I sit there, knees drawn, chin tucked
Thinking this is what it feels like to be alone
And soon realizing that I've grown
Grown accustomed to thinking
And being answered with silence
Grown accustomed to blinking
because I was born to
Yet, what I am I to do?
Continue going on with life feeling this way?
Smiling every night and day
Yet my expression does not express what I'm feeling on the inside
I've gone through life trying to hide
Because people are too uncomfortable to start uncomfortable conversations
But until we start talking
We will all sit in perpetual silence
And those in perpetual sadness
Will continue to face this internal battle and it's violence.

A/N
Does anyone else cringe at their own work?
Because I most definitely do.