After all that I have endured, I thought it would end.
Little did I know, the universe was just playing pretend.
A cosmic jester with its sinister games,
Poking at my nerves, calling me names.
I was wrong about everything, I did have tears left to shed
~~~
No more tears, I keep telling myself.
Words so old, they sit upon a dusty shelf.
Sobbing and choking endlessly,
Resigned to my legacy,
Forever a slave to sadness itself.
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Dusting myself off, that's all I can do.
Wiping my face as I go.
Why does it have to be so hard?
To dry up my tears? Am I forever barred?
Hopefully, that's not true.
~~~
About the Creator
Rain Dayze
Aspiring writer with a passion for spice, pets, and coffee. I've published through here before under a different name, but it's still me! I've got an alternative site for content: https://www.inkitt.com/angela5347
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