My notebook knows

Bird In Red

I'm venting to my notebook,

Telling my sad stories to it.

Stuffed rabbit's getting hugs,

And I think I choked it.

 

My pillow sees my tears

And wipes them off my face,

The night sees all of my fears

And turns them into darkness.

 

Those walls have seen more

Than anybody ever will.

It isn't as easy as it was before;

If that's life. I don't think I want to live.

 

My pen is writing my texts,

If it could cry, it would.

Harder and harder it gets,

I feel more and more alone.

 

You think that I am fine,

You think that I'm okay,

But my notebook knows it's a lie,

My pillow knows I don't wanna stay.

  • Author: Bird In Red (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2025 08:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's an old poem, but still accurate in some ways.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 25
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  • Naina Pandey

    Beautifully conveyed emotions...

  • sorenbarrett

    Existential and emotional this poem speaks to the reader and most of us at one time or another have felt such. A very nice poem

    • Bird In Red

      Glad to hear You liked it, thank you!

    • Tony36

      Beautiful

      • Bird In Red

        Thank you!

        • Tony36

          You're welcome

        • Poetic Licence

          So true this write, it's easier to write how we feel than to tell someone, well expressed



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