True, But Unthinkable

A poem I wrote during a dark period of my life while sitting in a laundry mat.

I'm sitting here in this musty laundry
Wondering where I will go from here
This is definetly of my darkest hours
It's not like I'm not trying to find some cheer

 

It's just that the happiness
Is non-existent
In this era of my life
A smile seems so foreign to me
The pain is cutting like a knife

 

I'm afraid it will always be like this
But I can't afford to think that way
And so I will continue to fight and struggle
Until I reach a happier day

Author's Note

Feel free to drop a comment on your thoughts. Criticism is greatly accepted, provided it IS criticism and not just a rude comment. Thanks.

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[Hayley-Jade]

Another note: I'm looking for some ideas for some things to write about. I don't want any simplistic ideas, but if you have a deep thought or idea for me, please share! Thanks!