I feel that this happiness
this feeling I don't deserve.
A swirl,
a twirl.
A high point among low.
I don't want my smile to end,
just keep coming more and more.
The broadness of the world,
of which I am merely a tiny point
among all the sadness...
Everyones depressed,
cutting,
bleeding,
sobbing,
hurting,
while I stand aside and watch
not wanting this smile to end.
I know so many,
lost and depressed.
Sad as it is,
I get sick of it sometimes...
the constant self-pity,
furrowed brow and clenched fist.
Wanting
needing,
attention,
advice and care.
I want to help,
but I'm just one small piece.
And I can't do it all.
Author notes
Sad I suppose.
A contest entry
- OPTIONS! OPTIONS! OPTIONS! by Emotional-wreck.
440 points, ended February 18, 17 entries
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Everyones depressed,
cutting,
bleeding,
sobbing,
hurting,
while I stand aside and watch
not wanting this smile to end.
deep emotions there. Please put option in an thank you
Good luck!
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