It wasn't in a beautiful day
That I woke up wanting to change
It was because life hurt me
And I just got tired of crying
I stopped thinking that everything was worth it
And I stopped composing sad songs Hoping that someone understands me And it's not because I stopped complaining
That I stopped suffering
I just decided that this side of me I won't let you see
My weakness was not art
It was just part of my being
My pain was not funny
In fact it was disgraceful
And here I am going through changes
I never thought I would go through
But I had to
Not to be the same as before
YOU ARE READING
dawn poems
Poetrysometimes in the dead of night we come across the deepest and most reflective thoughts, and however involuntary these may be, they are extremely complex. And that's what I want to share with you, I'm not a poet or writer but I think any thought is v...
