Those flowers that bloomed in my heart,
Why are they dying once again?
My happiness was like a piece of art,
But now all the paint is wearing off in the rain.
What did I ever do to deserve this?
Hurts more than a dagger stabbed into me.
Am I so bad that I do not deserve bliss?
Why am I lost in the sadness of the vast sea?
Am I the one to blame for this misery?
They tell me to find happiness in every bit,
But the way to finding it is a mystery.
It's so hard, but I can't seem to quit.
Warning my heart of pain is never ending,
Yet no matter how many times I do it,
My happiness keeps descending.
Oh my poor heart's a fool for this world's painful hits.
YOU ARE READING
Aren't we all just sad?
PoetryThis book is a combination of many sad poems written by me to bring peace to your souls. I've written them on common problems so that we all can relate to these poems and don't feel like we're the only ones going through them. And just want to let y...
