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Don't talk about your sadness,
They'll say you're an annoyance.
Don't talk about how terrified you are,
They'll say you're frustrating.
Don't talk about your struggles,
They'll tell you all about their triumphs.
Don't talk about what you're going through,
They won't understand.

Don't tell anyone anything.
Simply cause it's pointless.
Struggles of the dead are valued more than those who are alive.
Nobody wants to sit with you and hear your sad story.
They want you to toughen up and get over it.
And that's not what you want to hear.
So don't say anything to anyone.
My heart and I have never been in sync

See, my brain has always known me best
It fulfills my desperate need for rational, logical, valid understandings
Any uncomfortable confusion gets swept away through reason

And because of this
I have been able to erase you from my mind
There are no traces left of you in my life
It seems to me
That I seem to be
Happy.
(But the metaphysical definition of "happy" is widely disputed so I'm not sure we even know what it means to be "happy")

But the real problem I keep running into is,
I cannot philosophize you away
My heart has this desperate need to hold onto
What I know makes no sense
You are the essence of all the things I am not good at
And I am the sum of a life you would rather forget




I once read that no true philosopher
Ever lives happily ever after
Instantly I thought of you
And agreed that the saying was true.
 Apr 2017 Marco Buschini
Paige
You were the Sun
And I was the Moon
Silently wishing to be the World so that I could feel your warmth
Even though I was surrounded by the Stars I couldn't help but feel lonely
Counting down the days when we would pass by each other
And pushing myself to eclipse with you
I felt so useless
Like I was nothing
And felt hurt by the things your world spat at me
I would try to disappear but kept coming back because I didn't want to lose your warmth
I need your warmth
Without you I would lose my glow
Without you I would not be the Moon
It's scary to know that I have to depend on you when you don't have to depend on me
Why can't I be your World
Why can't you love me
You were the Sun
And I was your Moon
But you belonged to your World
What are you?
The sun, world, or moon
The biggest fool of all is "I",
As in the first to begin,
but the last to finish,
After a march so long;
Used and discarded like tasteless gum.

"Ah! Why does the rain echo my tears--
does the winds my sigh?"
The sigh of a fool
The sigh that was shut out
The sigh nobody hears.
Happy April Fool.. Life is just a never ending maze of pain and unexpected sadness.
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