Sad.
I’ve been for a long time.
I’m so damn far from my prime.
But it doesn’t matter.
You’re still sadder.
Your life’s so damn bad,
That for mine I should be glad,
But I’m not.
I’m just not.
My home is wonderful and kind.
Nothing ever broke but my mind.
And still…
I’m just sad.
It makes me mad.
The way you talk about the horrible things,
There’s so much pain that my ears ring.
My problems are so damn small,
Things like I’m not that tall
They’ll never be as bad as you.
I know that much is fucking true.
It’s not a good thing to wish for.
But I’m just left wondering more,
How I would’ve been if I’ve gone through,
Half of what you do
Everyday.
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Author:
Kat Da Poet (
Offline) - Published: April 4th, 2025 09:30
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
True empathy such a hard thing to have. We all say we understand when we don't and judge others through our eyes. A great write
We never know what is really going on people's life's although we think we do, I also get a sense in this write that we may feel hard done by but there are people going through worse, nicely expressed and written
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