It's ok to be sad.
It's ok to be empty.
What does that even mean anymore, in a world of despair, anger, and animosity?
In a place where one can't even trust their own thoughts?
It's ok to be different.
It's ok to be depressed, they said.
As of they knew what it was like to be different. To be hated on, all for being you. Do they?
What do they know of the endless night? Of the eternal darkness that lingers, even in the face of unyielding light?
Forgive. Forget.
Maybe I have done that one too many times.
But that's okay.
-sighs-
Are you?
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
For The Brave, For The Bleeding
PuisiA collection of poems for the strong who are fighting, for those who have somebody to fight for, for those who still knows what it's like to love till you hurt all over... A set of original works from your pocket unicorn. Feel free to comment on his...
