Another Poem About Sad Stuff

When times are hard and I've had enough I pick up my pen and write another poem about sad stuff The tears I can't cry fall from my pen to the page this is the only way I know how to get out of the maze my pen sheds the tears I'm unable to cry I make jokes about everything, but I don't know why memories I thought I killed, but the pictures are still alive in my head I miss her so much, I can't even sleep on her side of the bed I should be focusing on the next fight rather than my last opponent But I can't always find the words to express how I feel at that exact moment Poetry let's me express the emotions I've been scared to show But some new poems are based off feelings I was unable to write about years ago Which probably means I'm not that great of a poet If you look in my eyes, you'll know my story before I show it I had to fall apart from people I was hoping to grow with Put me on a pedestal and I'll always fall below it When times are hard and I've had enough I pick up my pen and write another poem about sad stuff The tears I can't cry fall from my pen to the page this is the only way I know how to get out of the maze