Sometimes trying is not enough
Sometimes I’m tired of it.
But the truth is I have no one to blame
Because there isn’t a guilty part
Things simply are…but I hate them anyways.
Neither the sun nor the rain make any difference
Neither a cup of tea nor beautiful music.
I close my eyes and see nothing
I opened them and I’ve gone blind.
I lie to myself thinking that tomorrow will be different
Because I know it won’t.
However, maybe it’s a bad time to write what I feel
Because once I start crying, there are very few positive things around me.