a last hurrah! [sorry for being an angsty teen]

i no longer will write love songs
nor sonnets for the soul

once you reach the peak of happy
you don't want to come down
but when you reach the lowest trench
not even love notes bring you back around

i've had enough of trying
i know i don't deserve to cry
and you never will deserve my tears
but my brain hurts and i want to run and hide


i did the best i could!
this is my last hurrah!
no more poems are for you!
they are for me!
and maybe i will be happy soon!






maybe i always envied you