Tag: sad

  • not good

    Aug 24, 2024 One of those not good days,When you hope for a miracle to find,Feeling not good, nothing feels fine,Only see bokeh, like my camera lens,Blurring the edges of what once made sense. A pack of tissues is not enough,To catch all the tears, to soften the rough,Life can sometimes be so cruel,Leaving us…

  • sunny …are you gone?

    Aug 21, 2024 After sacrificing my summer for my studies and spending the rest of August being creative… I believe that summer is gradually coming to an end. I always complained about how hot and unbearably warm it is here. Now it has indeed become noticeably cooler, so that one could wear a long shirt…

  • short shory: Roofie & Sunny

    This makes me cry… 😢 Once upon a time, in a bustling city filled with towering buildings and winding streets, there lived a radiant sun named Sunny. She was a vibrant, golden figure who floated above the city, casting her warm glow on everything below. Sunny loved to shine, and her laughter echoed through the…

  • In the Faith of Doubt

    Aug 11, 2024 That’s to my lover “Mr. Happy”. I wonder if he’s a cheater or is it me. His frame is on my nightstand, but in my drawer is a picture of “Mr. Blues”. In the Faith of Doubt (Verse 1)I think I’m happy to see you,But there’s something in the air,An inner voice…

  • 2 sad

    Aug 11, 2024 I don’t why I cannot be happy. 🤷‍♀️ It feels like I’m not allowed to be happy. 😣 I must be doing something wrong. Somewhere lost in a lonely place. 😟 Can’t someone just pick me up? I don’t want to be here anymore. 🥺 😢

  • in the crosshairs

    Aug 11, 2024 I’m damn sure that God has hired a sniper with a blank gun who’s lying hidden in a cloud with a stopwatch, watching every step I take. *The sniper wears a white pajama as camouflage.* The Sniper Walkie-Talkies with God: Sniper: “Hey God. It Looks Like She’s Smiling and Is Happy. Over”…

  • Forgotten Bags

    Jul 30, 2024 Here is something sad. Verse 1You pack my bags and set them by the door,Nothing could capture my disappointment more,Like the sight of a forgotten bag,Holding all that I once held dear.You fail to see the traces of sorrow you’ve left to meI wait outside your door, sleeping in the stairwell,Left alone…