Welcome back for another fun round of reading depressing poetry written by yours truly.

False Hope
Are we born with false hope,
Born with the thought that life would actually be alright?
Though, when we really live,
we find life is the thorn,
rather than the petal.
Life is not the sunshine,
but the clouds,
and only in its wildest dreams could life be considered a rainbow and not a storm.

Inspo
I wrote this one in the middle of my World Cultures class lmao. This is about the idea life is a bunch of sunshine and butterflies and rainbows, when it actually sucks (sometimes).

Broken Pieces
I feel incredibly empty,
like I'm forever hollow.
I dream of being loved like no other,
but if that's even possible,
could someone ever love the broken shards of glass that are me?
To love me, their fingers would get pricked,
someone willingly doing that is insane,
but that's okay because I am too.
If they exist we'll be the perfect match,
and if they're broken too, I'll do my best to fix them.
I'll glue all their broken pieces together,
just as they will with me.
Could this really be my future?
Could I really be happy?

Inspo
I wrote this one last night, and I just had to share it as soon as possible. It's about the feeling of wanting to be loved so much it hurts, but not really thinking that's possible for you.

That's all the poems I wish to share at the moment (yes I have more, but I'm not confident in them currently). So, I hope y'all have a wonderful day/night!

Lmao thanks for reading
-teddy🤨