Nothing to say

I don't have anything to say...

So why am i writing?

Who knows...

I can tell you i'm hurting...

But it doesn't matter anyway, because so is everyone else, right?

Why should anyone be happy, we alone have to deal with it until we die...

Maybe the day will come when i can write about how happy i am

How the sky looks so beautiful with you here...

And all the stuff happy people tend to say...

Not me though, sorry, i'll just wait for that day...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just blabbing, not good at all, my head was in a jumble

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I can relate to this Poem i Liked this one TERESA RIFE