sharp thoughts

13.

the sadness comes in thoughts

like sharp needles

prodding

at my happiness and contentment

until it bleeds as tears

from my tired eyes;

slowly leaking, and then all at once.

and it bleeds

and bleeds

and bleeds

until it dies.

I wipe my eyes, and again,

one thought

has defeated my joy

and I am drained of weak positivity

in a matter of moments.

it's a cycle

and it's bound to restart all over again.

don't bother saving me

💔