I lost my sorrow.
I have no clue where it went.
I have experienced loss and tragedy.
Yet, I feel sad to no extent.
People have called me “heartless” for this.
They say I’m “inhumane” and “cruel”.
But that’s not why I lost my sorrow;
I know why it left.
You see, I’ve spent all my sorrow on my pitiful self.
So, the next time you see someone with no sadness or guilt,
Ask them, “have you spent all your sorrow?”
Rather than attacking the walls they’ve built.
Maybe, if your feeling kind,
You could loan them some of yours;
Because if someone gave me sorrow,
I’d once again be able to feel sadness and remorse.
- Author: Morgana ( Offline)
- Published: February 20th, 2024 10:35
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
Comments1
There is no joy without sorrow.
Lost sorrow might simply be hidden waiting to be found.
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