Sad Poetry

Traditions

I had two favorite numbers, I thought they brought me luck.
But now I've come to reality, and I don't give a fuck.

All those superstitions, I thought were helping me.
But truly I was blind, they were enabling me not to see.

I never told myself the truth I always had to lie,
I guess I couldn't handle all my hate and pain inside.

I always try so hard to change for better or for worse.
I'm fed up of trying to change. I feel my heart is going to burst.

Burst with all this anger that would slowly suffocate me.
I wish the world could feel my pain and maybe they would see.