Oh hello!
I haven't been on here in quite a while.
'Lost my nack for poetry, and I remembered how to smile.
'Takes a lot of energy (I feel like I just ran a mile),
but my friends and family won't see that I am in denial.
My remedy for accepting that I am not OK,
is to Ṃ̵̦̯͖̦̖̲͋̃͐̂͝͝ ̶̱̬̲͉̈́̇̓͘Ạ̷͖̩͉̤̗͖͗̆͂͐͋̈ ̴̡̢̛͓̭̠͍̤̘̐̐̽̎Ķ̵̠͙͙̱̙̑̿̊͊͛̉̓͜ ̷̡̪̘̣͇̈́͗͛̍E̸̛̠͈̹̅̐̈́͛̏̕͜ myself be happy for the first half of the day,
but when the sun begins to fall,
and there are stars up in the sky,
I lock myself inside the bathroom.
It's my favorite place to cry.
This sat in my drafts for a few years, but I've worked up the nerve to publish it. Also, I guess I really am back now, so more to come, I guess.
YOU ARE READING
Untitled - The story of my life told in poems
PoetryWhy can't this box be left empty? That's the only description to describe me. I guess a sarcastic comment will just have to do. Also I use Syllable Counter ( shorturl.at/pzNS3 ), so if the haiku is wrong don't @me.
