i tried to write a poem but i ended up with spilled ink and crumpled papers
i tried to create an art but instead a black canvass stared at me
i tried to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart but i'm too weak to move even a bit
i tried to find my old self that remained hidden since the day you left but i got lost instead
i tried.
but maybe trying wasn't enough
YOU ARE READING
Scattered
PoetryI had words scattered in my head so I picked it all up and wrote a poem.
