sarcasimish

i’m so tired 
the warmth in me is seeping from my soul
i just wanted to be admired
and reach that everlasting goal
but i burned out
and the audience still thinks i’m flowing tall
i wish they would let me back out

it looked unbelievable 

it was the black and white i saw when you gave my favorite mug back to me

it was the yellow i saw when i broke that painting of the daisy

it was the red i saw when i was vexed

The darkness is creeping in

Yes it’s back again

But I don’t cry,

No, I just let it in

Because when I was down

And no one was around 

The darkness hugged me thin

It didn’t feed me lies 

fame. 
it looked pretty when i saw it from the tv
who knew that i would be chasing the old me
it looked like it could be fun
it seems like all they do is laugh and run
but who would tell me it was fake

i love being happy

i love the warmth and the light bounce in my step

happiness always comes back; no matter how long you’ve been without it 

i love being sad