sidewalk stories

writercat Life is beautiful, life is sad
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A poem of my past.


Another day has gone by,

And I am walking alone.

The sidewalk is cracked and broken.

No one bothers to fix it.

I see people running, people laughing.

People talking, people smiling.

Suddenly, I am angry.

So very angry.

Why are they allowed to be happy?

I take a deep breath.



This is meant for me.

I am meant to be like this.

This is my future, this is my destiny.

This is my purpose.

I will take all of the weight.

The people around me?

I do not belong with them.

I am meant to be alone.

But it's okay!

I'm okay!

Please oh please, don't worry about me!

I am okay, even though I cannot eat much anymore.

I am okay, even though I cannot sleep much anymore.

I am okay, even though my eyes are constantly tired and heavy.

Ignore the cracks in my mask,

Just like the cracks in the sidewalk.

Hello! I'd like to let you know that I wrote this a long time ago. I'm actually not sure if I've posted on here already. I was in a very bad state of mind when I wrote it. I was very sad and very lost, and I didn't know what to do. Luckily, I'm not in that same place anymore.

I saw today's prompt and remembered this poem titled under the same time, so I'm taking it from my mind and giving it to the world. Though it is a bit sad for me to read, thinking about how I felt, I hope you enjoy it none the less.

Please remember that, just like me, you can get better. Take this poem as proof of that. You can survive. Good luck on your journey.- Kitty

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