My tears run races down my cheeks,
There's a stone on my lungs so I cannot breathe.
My legs feel heavy like they were made of metal,
My soul dried like a fallen rose petal.
And suddenly it's funny for me that I'm crying.
I laugh out loud when I feel like dying.
And it's not that I run or hide,
There's just a difference between a smile and a smile
"I can't take it anymore," I say as I laugh.
Though myself I know, no day has been as bad.
Not gonna lie, it's the way that I cope,
So I laugh when I say: "Death is my only hope."
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Author:
Bird In Red (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2025 14:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Coping mechanisms...
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Emotions swinging from extreme to extreme and as the pendulum swings from side to side reflections of death as an out. Well written
Thank you!
How are You always the first in my comment section though? Do You read all the published poems from everyone?
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You are most welcome and yes I have read every published poem on this site for the past year.
Impressive!
This is a very interesting but emotional poem. The irony shows when laughing in a sad situation. Love your poetic skills.
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