Misery


    Misery is sitting down alone at night


    and trying to remember how to cry.


    It''s when a friend says ''it''s them or me''


    It''s not when having a very bad dayLove this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    It''s when a good day sours.


    And I''m tired of it. So sick and tired.


    So sick of being sick and tired


    Answer elude me; thoughts quagmired,


    Unable to meet the tasks required


    A shock of white within my hair


    Constant reminder of when I cared


    Only for my efforts be lambasted


    These stomach ulcers are each handcrafted.


    Through the weight of failure and the weight of years


    I found at last my stolen tears.