so here i am again
trying to find a part of me
to write about
that isn't dwelling in infinite sadness
but am i writing for others then?
if i'm trying so desperately hard to find a source of happiness
that those who aren't defeated
and lost
can relate to?
'why don't you write something a little happy?'
who are you
to tell me what to write about
just because you live in a world
full of so much happiness
it's toxic
and who am i
to give you fuel
on your endless run against reality?
YOU ARE READING
cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
