Maybe if I could be
a little more sad
then I could finally
be happy at the end
of it all
If I punish myself
for the most insignificant
of errors and brawls
maybe I will be rewarded
when I finally take my breath
from my chest
If I get stuck
in a ditch I dug
for myself to be my grave
maybe I'll live
on the other side
and finally be worth
the whole of people
looking at me
from behind glass windows
And these voices
—they tell me,
they tell me—
to crawl back out
where the sunlight
can reach me
And these voices
—they tell me,
they tell me—
to bring back the smile
I lost in the jumble
of pretending
And these voices
—they tell me,
they tell me—
It's the courage I lack
and that's why I stayed
in the dark with my own demons
thinking that maybe if I opened my eyes
to the abyss beyond me
then I would get used to it
and I'd finally see
And these voices
—they tell me,
they tell me—
I shouldn't listen nor care
about these voices
that told me,
that told me
of the beautiful places
I can't reach with my hands
tied behind me
I can't get out nor check
if the ropes are holding on
or if I'm tying it more tightly
And these voices
—they tell me,
they tell me—
that it's the courage I lack
and that I'd die in my darkness,
destroying all I can
with nothing but my smile
and my apathy
may 19, 2022
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every thing is sad
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