Doing things I loved use to give me so much excitement
Like there was gunpowder in my veins and the simplest things sparked it
Which let my soul out to go play
But now it feels like that gunpowder is now dormant
Or like something just came along and poured loads of water on it
Causing my gunpowder to never spark again
Things I use to love I can never enjoy again
Mainly because it doesn't feel the same or it never gives off the same feelings I used to hold
I don't enjoy holidays like I used to
Like all the magic that was there is gone
Even my birthday just feels like another day passing
With no way to celebrate it
It all just makes me tired
This gunpowder within is heavy
It's holding me back from everything I love
Everything I was excited for
I wish this gunpowder was replaced
With something new and fresh
But until then, I'm stuck in this state
Jaded-
tired, bored, or lacking enthusiasm
YOU ARE READING
Poetry I guess
Poetrytotally not in alphabetical order just some things that I wrote in my memo and liked tbh
