Hello darkness, my old friend

When I was a teenager I would light candles and sit in my room and write depressing poems, which I thought was terribly unique and tragic of me. At some point I discovered that this was neither unique nor tragic, and magically not long after lost the desire to express my exaggerated and sometimes fabricated woes in the form of corny poetry. 

Unfortunately for you, my corny poetry days are apparently not over. For whatever reason I have been inspired to write again, and am finally brave enough to post one of my moderately depressing works. Don't ask me why they have to be depressing - sometimes it's just fun to wallow, isn't it? Like pigs. 

My soul is like a pig, wallowing in the muck of despair. See, I am totally poetic.

I used to write stories

I used to write tales

And now I’m all dried up

Like a whale

On land

I used to imagine

I used to create

And now my mind is just heavy

Like a weight

In sand

I used to be full of color

I used to be clever and cute

And now I only look that way

Like fruit

That’s bland

I used to love with passion

I used to passionately love

And now I’m mostly empty

Like a glove

Without hand

I used to

And now

Just bland.

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