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what is the purpose of love when you cant feel anything
Sad poems
Sad poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
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drinking a cold coffee is like facing a useless life
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there are 24 hours per a day ,
over a million people in the world .
but how can no one ever ask me
" are you okay ? "
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sometimes you just have to sit in the corner or in the dark .
just to make sure someone ask ,
" are you okay ? "
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I'm not a person anymore , i'm a problem
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the day we met doesn't mean anything to me anymore
reach for the stars
i reach for the stars but they're falling
i catch one in my hand and i can hear its heartbeat dying
no one ever cares that they're running out of time
all they ever want to do is
bask in their shine
i reach for the sky but it's crying
the teardrops hit my face and i can feel my own start slipping
no one bats an eye when the sky beings to weep
but they do so much for me that i've
reserved my tears for sleep
i reach for myself but i'm fading
the person in the mirror doesn't know that they are failing
when the blood begins to seep into the dam that's filled with tears
and the moments that last mere
seconds feel like years
Growing up
Isn't it sad,
How parents always say
"Oh I missed the old you."
How they so casually mourn your death
In front of you.
So let's join them.
Make a box,
That's bright pink,
Filled with all of our dead dreams.
Let's fill it with forgotten memories,
Friends that didn't last ,
Betrayal and heartbreak
Times when we actully laughed.
Let's carefully put in a vile of our tears.
More bitter and salty then when we were kids.
Let's place down all the things that changed us
Photograph
I realized something today.
Flicking through old photographs,
Got a paper cut,
And it hurt quite bad.
It bled alot.
Drip drip dripped
Onto your face.
I tried to wipe it away.
Quickly, so damage couldn't be made.
Disregarded my own pain,
As long as the photograph was okay.
My efforts were futile.
Your face was blurred and smudged.
I can't remember what it looks like now.
There's blood everywhere too,
On my pillow,
Snake in my garden
There's a snake in my garden
And I don't know what to do.
Someone please help me.
It lays in the grass,
In the center,
Where it's nice and safe.
I ask it to leave.
Politely and gently.
But it hisses no and continues
To resent me.
Dear snake in my garden,
I wish you could leave.
Stop scaring the people,
And eating the leaves.
Oh snake in my garden
can't you see theres no space?
Parent's letter.
My child,
If only you knew,
What the world had planned for you.
If only you realized,
That love was everywhere that you looked
But the pain made it all blurry.
If only you stayed for a little longer.
Let me hold you in your arms,
While you cried your worries out.
I remember when you first smiled.
Took your first step.
Filled to the brim with confidence,
You conquered.
But you left too early.
Too soon have I said goodbye.
Left alone in your room,
Working
The soap bubbles are enchanting
Swirling, spinning, little glimpses of rainbows
The waters hot,
But not hot enough.
The floors,
The stairs,
The windows,
The cupboards,
All have to be cleaned.
But eventually the work is done.
There is nothing left to clean.
And the demons soon arise.
Sadness engulfs you.
Loneliness in all it's pride and glory,
Squeezes you until you wish to die.
The garden!
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