WTF?

I wrote this when I was hurting.

What the “f”?

 

I sit here contemplating my mood.

Why am I feeling this way?

The sun is out and shining bright

It turned out to be a lovely day.

 

I want to cry for no reason at all

My eyes keep misting over

Maybe it would be better

to just let the tears fall.

 

I keep thinking it’s stupid to give in

So I fight with all my might

But I know it’s useless and eventually

The loneliness will win

 

I tell myself there are people out there

Who are worse off than me

I should be thankful for what I have

But right now I really don’t care.

 

So I’ll sit here and have a pity party

Let the tears fall down my face

Who knows, maybe afterward I’ll feel better

I would’ve cried yesterday, if that were the case.

Author's Note

I am not a poet. Only written a couple in the past. Don't judge too harshly.