When you cry it's not the emotion of sadness, it's the feeling of numbness.
It's the type of medication you use to get when you were over doing yourself.
Overthinking the impossible.
Overthinking situations that weren't there.
There wasn't a time I remember you were ever happy.
People would say hello to you in the hallway or on the street.
It takes every part of your muscle to form that melancholy smile of yours...
Behind that old big smile and laughter are the same tired sobs and frown.
You cried because you can't even memorize a single sentence for your poems.
Your mind turns blank at the sight of words.
You said you changed for the better.
18 years of life passed in a flash and the rest of it wants to end it so bad.
But what's good about it if you only lived ten percent of your life.
You cried not because you feel alone,
But you cried because the butterflies in your stomach are eating on your insides because
You're lying to yourself.
About the Creator
Bleu Lotus
Another melancholy plant-based poet
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