Sometimes my soul bleeds on paper,
Sometimes my heart leaks through my eyes,
Sometimes my writing slowly tapers,
Sometimes I feel like I'm floating on lies
Sometimes I feel like life's worth it all
Sometimes I feel like I'm flying
Sometimes I want to get up after every fall
Sometimes I want to keep trying
Sometimes I get tired of living
Sometimes I feel like I'm hollow
Sometimes I feel like I've been acting
Sometimes I feel like a withering wallow
Sometimes I wish to go above and beyond
Sometimes I want to cherish every moment
Sometimes I feel like I've been heart bond
Sometimes I think my life's a bestowment
Sometimes I feel unwanted and lost
Sometimes I feel I feel too much
Sometimes I think I always get tossed
Sometimes I feel nothing as such
Sometimes I feel like it's all for the best
Sometimes I wish I could end this test
Sometimes I think it's not that deep
But most of the time I simply sit and weep
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Author:
Sylva (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2026 13:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Conflicting emotions will be the death of me
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
It is in conflict that knowledge is born. A lovely write
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