Day 212

Location

77023
United States
29° 42' 41.2524" N, 95° 18' 55.7208" W

Everyone is so sad.
Everyone has their demons.
We all can't sleep.
We all can't dream.
Optimistic tones are spoken,
But actions never fall through.
We try to buy our happiness
Only to sit alone in our own
Sadness.
Everybody wants to care,
But they're all full of despair.
Time only passes.
Money is only spent.
Stress only builds.

At the end of our lives,
We were never fulfilled.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741