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Sad To Say

Life is sadness, is pain, tell me I’m not insane?

By UnusuallyDarkLushPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

The prowess of evil in which people hide inside

Will destroy you.

Not from the first time or the last time

But from the glint&gleam

You saw shimer&shine

Underneath the grit&grim of evil they had to hide

You hold on too tight hoping, wishing you might just save them

I’m sorry but this is your demise

You hold so tight it melts away like a daydream of sweet reprise

Dying inside is what you’ll have succumb to

Flowers cannot continue to grow once all their petals have fallen or been stolen

Maybe the thought of this will help them think twice, it’s crossed your mind every time

But sadly only themselves was their prime desire

This stabs you through the chest what feels like a million times

The pain smolders, burns the rest of your lifetime

Tims is what’s said to heal everything

That is untrue for living with your fears, for the rest of your years, at some point makes you brand new

Adapt to survive even when your eyes burn as much as your insides

Even when your heart gets broken apart

No matter the sorrow, the pain you must remain sane

For the insane feel the most pain, the most sorrow, the most unreal to everything, to everyone.

sad poetry

About the Creator

UnusuallyDarkLush

A dark soul scouring the Earth longing to find others the same. The ones who care geniunally and would almost so to say break their legs just to make amends or make happy to others who would never do the same. 🖤🖤

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