Is it really a good idea?
To leave
The trees
And the birds
And the sky behind?
You'd be leaving the peace
Only to re-enter.
You will be forever burdened
By your selfish ways.
But even though
You've left the trees
The birds
The sky,
You're also free of
The people
The buildings,
The toxicity
That builds up behind each mind.
When you cry so hard
That your chest aches
And your head pounds
And the stress is unbearable,
Only then do you contemplate
Ending it all.
As the world rotates around you,
You stand still, motionless.
Is it really worth it anymore?
As your screen glitches out,
Leaving nothing but colours,
A tear may run down your cheek.
Why are you dealing with the stress?
Why do you live on?
Stop asking yourself and reach out.
Grab onto the light,
and hold it close to your heart.
Because maybe
Someone will notice
And hold your hand
For as long as you can wish for.
Don't take anything I say seriously.
It'll only make the world seem darker.
I'm not one for happy stories,
But I'm telling the story my way.
I'm sorry.
But that's just...
Me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryPutting my poetry course to good use. This book was created on a whim, a mere thought. Just somewhere for me to post poetic stuff.
