Perpetual;
A word of endlessness,
A word of lost hope.
It means giving up,
It means no change.
Sadness;
A word of loneliness,
A word of sinking weight in your chest.
It means a dull world,
It means to fake happiness.
Perpetual sadness.
It surrounds you,
It controls you
There's no cure,
Just endless suffering.
There's no motivation,
There's no future,
There's no other feeling,
There's nothing else;
Just pain.
I once had hope:
A hope to leave,
A hope for home.
I thought there was something else,
Thought there was something more.
Like small embers,
It started a fire.
It filled me with warmth,
It gave the world color.
Hope was my only strength.
But, alas, hope diminished.
The fire ran out of fuel.
I know I'm stuck here,
I know I'll feel this forever;
Perpetual sadness.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Believes Me
PoetryJust a book of random poetry, short stories, and whatever else I felt the need to write. Enjoy I guess :^) Completed.
