Bad Poetry

There are days when my heart is just broken

I’m not sad, I’m not mad, my heart is just broken

There are days when my tears just won’t fall

They’re stuck in my chest or in my throat

And my heart is just broken

There are days when I just wanted to disappear

Or not to leave my bed, because sometimes I’m sad

Even when my tears don’t fall

It kills me that they don’t fall

But they’re stuck with all the words I’d like to say

Locked inside some corner of my mind

Lost in some channel of my heart

BuT the words, they come to my mouth

Yet, I have this doubt, whether say or not

Teenage drama, for a grown up

It’s not pretty, but it’s what I got

Cloudy days, cloudy days,

Waiting for the rain to fall

I lost the way, the words to say

Like I lost speech, and that’s not all

I should’ve lost the hope, but it’s still on

Even if I have no reason to keep it

Even with all the reasons to kill it

There are days when my heart is just broken,

And hope mends its parts just for it to be broken again

Words break my heart…

Cloudy days, cloudy days

Waiting for the rain to fall

They’re like my eyes, just like my eyes…

Waiting for the tears…

So there are these days, these weeks…

There are days when my heart is just broken.