Maybe I Am Sad So What

Imagine i would have killed myself that night

without grabbing a pencil or even putting up a fight.

I feel like my life has gone from the dark to the light,

But from the light to the dark would be kind of a scary sight

Those nights and days wishing that i died

cause i was so young i didnt know what it meant to be alive.

I felt broken at times

lies that i told made me question my simplest lines.

But im tryna be better as a human

but i cant be better with all these people assumeing.

What i call a friend makes me unsettle

life will crush you when you soft like a rose pettle

I often ask myself why im on a higher level

Meanwhile i was low cause i was doing my own thing like a rebel.
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Krutsinger Avatar
August 28, 2020 at 1:26 PM
"doing my own thing like a rebel" - this makes sense though in so many ways. I like the way you pour your soul upon the page, Zachary.
Keely Avatar
August 16, 2020 at 2:26 PM
You've posted a great collection of poems here. "cause i was so young i didnt know what it meant to be alive" - true of so many of the young people we lose these days.
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