Somedays are harder than others 

My broken edges 

Are sharper, 

Cut deeper,

Bleed harder. 

I am always tired 

But always trudging on, 

Today I will just walk a little slower.

A little less rigour

In my step, 

I can’t help my sadness !

My eyes rain drops 

Of sadness. 

My voice screams a symphony 

Of sadness.

My fingertips ache with sadness.

You can feel it if you touch me,

The air around me 

Is saturated.

I am choking and drowning elated, 


There is nothing past this 


Forget all this 

Sadness is cold ,

I imagine death is too 

At the end. 

Is it bold of me to hope 

This is mine ? 

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