Bottled up emotions.

this poem represents the feeling you get when you feel yourself going completely helpless and lost into a bundle of negative thoughts.

shaky hands gripping onto the coffee mug

tears dripped down wetting my shirt

life is a beautiful thing 

my mum once said

i accepted those words

with a slight innocent nod of my head

i was still young and naive i guess

that i considered life to be

extraordinary, but if it really were that way

i wouldn't be sitting here

drinking coffee like a maniac

and crying to the point

i could feel my eyes going blind.

Author's Note

hope you like it ~ !