Another Poem About Sad Stuff
When times are hard and I've had enough
I pick up my pen and write another poem about sad stuff
The tears I can't cry fall from my pen to the page
this is the only way I know how to get out of the maze
my pen sheds the tears I'm unable to cry
I make jokes about everything, but I don't know why
memories I thought I killed, but the pictures are still alive in my head
I miss her so much, I can't even sleep on her side of the bed
I should be focusing on the next fight rather than my last opponent
But I can't always find the words to express how I feel at that exact moment
Poetry let's me express the emotions I've been scared to show
But some new poems are based off feelings I was unable to write about years ago
Which probably means I'm not that great of a poet
If you look in my eyes, you'll know my story before I show it
I had to fall apart from people I was hoping to grow with
Put me on a pedestal and I'll always fall below it
When times are hard and I've had enough
I pick up my pen and write another poem about sad stuff
The tears I can't cry fall from my pen to the page
this is the only way I know how to get out of the maze
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