For the hundredth time
I stand up.
For the hundredth time
I fall again.
I'm tired.
I keep forcing myself.
I tortured myself.
Were you there?
Did you see me struggling?
I was hoping for you to cheer me up,
Even in the smallest matter I did.
-Eve Jeff.
YOU ARE READING
GRIM
Poetry→Sometimes a piece of paper is a better companion← ☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔ • A collection of gloomy and sad poems/quotes by me. •All works are mine. Any similarities are purely coincidence. • Started 19 September 2017 Highest Rank ⭐ #201 in POETRY - Oct 21st...
